Shadowrun - Novel - 18 - Worlds Without End.pdf
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<strong>Shadowrun</strong> Caroline Spector - <strong>Worlds</strong> <strong>Without</strong> <strong>End</strong><br />
"Oh, some of the runners stayed with her," he said<br />
casually.<br />
"But you didn't volunteer for that duty," I said.<br />
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"Don't be ridiculous," he said. "I'm far too valuable<br />
to be tied to one spot like that. Besides, as long<br />
as she's there, they can't get through."<br />
"Not there, at any rate," I said. "And you're sure<br />
the creatures were driven back in Maui?"<br />
"Of course," he said.<br />
And how I wanted to believe him.<br />
I stared into the fire. Long ago, according to our<br />
legends, Thayla's voice had driven the Horrors off.<br />
She had sacrificed herself for her people, like any<br />
great monarch would. Perhaps Caimbeui was right.<br />
Maybe he had accomplished it. Maybe he had driven<br />
them back. For now.<br />
I relaxed a little. Maybe now there would be time<br />
to plan. To prepare. To warn those who needed to<br />
know.<br />
The telecom beeped, startling me out of my<br />
thoughts.<br />
"Who could be calling at this hour?" I wondered<br />
aloud.<br />
"It might be for me," he said. "I left this number."<br />
Oh, splendid, I thought. Just what I need,<br />
Caimbeul's little friends with my restricted number.<br />
"Hello," I said into the old-fashioned videoless receiver<br />
I'd had installed in this room.<br />
There was a long pause, then a loud burst of<br />
static. I jerked back, dropping the receiver onto the<br />
floor.<br />
"Aina," I heard. The sound filled the room. An<br />
impossibility. And, oh sweet mother, I knew that<br />
voice.<br />
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"Aina," it said. "I have come back. I have come<br />
for you."<br />
Then the line went dead.<br />
"What was that?" Caimbeui demanded.<br />
The room was cold. Colder than the dead of winter.<br />
Colder than the grave. For I knew from long experience<br />
that there were things worse than death.<br />
"That," I said, my voice shaking, "was the past<br />
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