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To Bradford Butler, Sr.
To Cecil Brice May they Rest in Peace
and to Beth Hallam for showing me Stonehenge, getting me there at just the moment
when I could meet MZB between the circle and the heelstone.
MOLT BROTHER

Copyright ┬й 1982 by Jacqueline Lichtenberg
Cover illustration by David B. Mattingly: Copyright ┬й 1982 by PEI Books, Inc.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form by an electronic,
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Published simultaneously in the United States and Canada by Play-boy Paperbacks, New York, New York. Printed in the United States of
America. Library of Congress Catalog Card Number: 81-84145. First edition.
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ISBN: 0-867-21067-2 First printing April 1982.




Chapter 1
"But, Arshel, committing yourself to a human? They don't even molt!"
A great whistling roar shook the house as the noon space shuttle set down at the new spaceport the humans had built
at the far end of the island. Arshel was grateful that conversation was impossible for several minutes. She had
expected her parents to be hostile to her choice of a life companion but had not expected this total incompre-hension.
After all, it wasn't as if she were planning to mate with a human.
Abrupt silence made the faint lapping of the waves of the hatching pond loud. Outside, the boom of the sea formed a
constant background. How am I going to tell them the worst of it?
Trying to make her voice calm, Arshel said, "Others have taken bhirhir among the humans. It's done all the time on the
mainland, in the mountains. ... I mean no disrespect, Surmother, but I am of an age to make my choice, and I've done
so."
As Arshel moved, the sun glanced off her skin, display-ing the mature fineness of her scales and their new silvery
coloring. Her breasts were budding at last, filling out the light yellow shirt she wore. Anyone could see that she'd