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Killer Plants of Binaark
Blade Book 33


By Jeffrey Lord




Chapter 1
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In a white-painted room two hundred feet below theTowerofLondon , three men looked at a piece of
wire.
The piece of wire was about three feet long. It was curved into an S and lay on a scarred wooden
table. The three men looking at it were an odd trio.
The man who seemed to be in charge looked like a cross between a gnome and the mad scientist in a
cheap horror movie. He limped, his skull was bare except for a few wiry tufts of white hair, his
unnaturally long arms ended in blotched and gnarled hands, and his filthy laboratory smock didn't conceal
his humpback. The eyes peering out at the world through thick-lensed glasses seemed to miss very little.
The second man was elderly, gray-haired, flawlessly dressed, and held himself as straight as a
soldier. He had a look of gentle melancholy on his long face, and his wide gray eyes hinted they'd looked
on more secrets than most men.
The third man sat on a rickety wooden chair turned back to front, which creaked under his weight.
He was dark almost to the point of being swarthy, with thick black hair and bushy black eyebrows which
met over a large nose which had been broken more than once. He wore an expensively tailored suit, but
something about him would have made armor and a broadsword more appropriate. He was over six feet
tall but so solidly built that he looked shorter, and there was enormous power in him. Now it was
controlled and leashed, but it was always ready to be released at the command of the brain behind his
two large, deceptively sleepy eyes.
The first man was Lord Leighton. His humpback, polio-twisted legs, and eighty years didn't keep him
from being one of the most creative scientific minds alive.
 The second man, known only as J, was head of the secret intelligence agency MI6A. Whenever
professionals in the intelligence business talked about the great spymasters of the twentieth century, they
mentioned J.
The third man was Richard Blade. He was the only living man who could travel into other Dimensions
and return alive and sane.
Richard Blade hadn't always been a traveler into the unknown world they'd appropriately named
Dimension X. He began his career as a field agent for MI6A. J picked the young Blade straight out
ofOxford and saw him become one of the best men in his demanding and often deadly profession. He'd
also seen Blade become the only man in the profession of inter-Dimensional Travel, even more
demanding and much deadlier.
Blade's new career began as the subject of one of Lord Leighton's experiments. If a powerful human
brain was linked to a powerful computer, what would happen? Leighton expected a combination of
human and electronic intelligence able to work marvels.
What he got was Richard Blade shot off into nowhere. Fortunately Blade came back, then and every
time since. He'd come back with his share of scars, of course, and sometimes by the skin of his teeth. He
still came back alive and sane, and no one else had ever done this.
Unfortunately, about all he could do was take expensive round trips into the unknown. This wasn't
for lack of trying on the part of Lord Leighton, or for lack of money and cooperation from the British
government. Prime Ministers knew perfectly well that a newBritish Empire might come into being if