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But she was a spear-carrier, a soldier. Nostro had sent her to me, had told her to do whatever she
could to gain my attendance. His was the hash I had to settle first.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN



тАЬMy master willтАФтАЭ

тАЬShut the fuck up.тАЭ

тАЬYou cannot speak toтАФтАЭ

тАЬShut the fuck up.тАЭ
 She leaned forward and her eyes went the color of the sky right before sunset. тАЬYou donтАЩt wish to fight
withmeтАж Betsy.тАЭ

Ooooh, eyes that change color when sheтАЩs in a snitтАжnow I wasreally scared. тАЬYou bet I do, Tootsie
Roll. Bring it, cow! LetтАЩs see how you do when youтАЩre not hiding behind one of my friends.тАЭ I must have
sounded almost as angry as I felt, because she hesitated. Then she crossed her arms over her chest,
doing an admirable impression of someone who hadnтАЩt been momentarily frightened, sat back, and stared
out the limo window.

Yep, I was back in one of NoseoтАЩs limos. It had been waiting at the mouth of the alley like a big black
gas-guzzling omen of death. I snapped the antenna off, just for fun, and threw it at Tootsie RollтАЩs head.
She duckedтАФbarely. The driver didnтАЩt say a word, just held the door for me.

тАЬI am Shanara.тАЭ

тАЬShut the fuck up.тАЭ I fumbled with my pocketтАФstupid linen trousers, they were going to wrinkle like
hellтАФand tossed her a ten dollar bill. тАЬAnd go buy yourself a real name.тАЭ

She let the bill bounce off her nonexistent chest and started tapping her long red fingernails on the
armrest. She was starting to get pretty pissed but, interestingly, wasnтАЩt doing anything. Did NostrilтАЩs edict
give her permission to hurt my friends, but not me? Time to find out. тАЬLong red slut nails are so five
minutes ago,тАЭ I informed her. тАЬIn fact, itтАЩs more like five years ago. Just because youтАЩre dead doesnтАЩt
mean you have to be a fashion eyesore.тАЭ

тАЬUndead,тАЭ she snapped.

тАЬDead,тАЭ I said implacably. тАЬWhen was the last time you had a nice steak? Or even a salad? Shit, even a
piece of toast? Dead people donтАЩt eat. We donтАЩt eat.Ergo , we are dead.тАЭ

тАЬWe have more power than mere mortals canтАФтАЭ

тАЬBlah, blah, blah. So, when did you die? You donтАЩt look a day over sixty.тАЭ

Her flat bosom heaved in indignation. тАЬI became Gloriously Transformed in 1972.тАЭ

тАЬThat explains the nails and the bell bottoms.тАЭ