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 />
"So are you. You've got piles of the stuff hidden<br />
everywhere. What's a plane ticket to you?"<br />
"That's not it," he said, primly. "It's the principle<br />
of the thing." '<br />
"The principle of the ..." And then I couldn't<br />
continue because I was laughing too hard.<br />
I contented myself with watching the passing scenery<br />
and playing with the vid, trying to get some de-<br />
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cent signal to come in. But all I found were walls of<br />
noise and static. Finally I managed to tune in a prehistoric<br />
station that was doing a retrospective of<br />
tum-of-the-century music. Snapping off the trideo<br />
portion, I let the sounds wash over me. I confess I<br />
liked the older flat-screen stuff: Nine Inch Nails,<br />
Cold Bodies, Sister Girl's Straight Jacket. Nothing<br />
like a little atonality with my angst.<br />
Every so often I would glance over at Caimbeul.<br />
Excuse me. Harlequin. I don't think that name will<br />
ever come trippingly to my lips. And I hate what it<br />
represents even more.<br />
Yes, I know you think you understand him. You<br />
might even think you know him well, but you don't.<br />
I've known him for longer than either of us cares to<br />
remember. And he wasn't as you see him now. That<br />
stupid painted face. Though he wasn't what many<br />
would call handsome, I have always found him attractive.<br />
Maybe even beautiful. Oh, I know that<br />
sounds peculiar, but there is an aspect of ugliness<br />
that is so shocking and strange it becomes beauty.<br />
And his wild hair, all gold and brown woven together.<br />
He'd let it grow long again, which I like. But<br />
he insisted on pulling it back in that ridiculous pony<br />
tail. It made me want to sneak up behind him with<br />
a scissors and cut it off. Either you wear it long or<br />
you don't was my way of thinking.<br />
His hands lay easily on the wheel. I knew they<br />
were smooth and feminine with calluses on the fingertips.<br />
There was a hint of yellow between the first<br />
and second fingers where he held those Gaullets he<br />
smoked. And he smelled of tobacco and clean linen.<br />
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And I wondered whether he remembered those<br />
sorts of things about me. The little details that only<br />
come from intimacy.<br />
"Will you turn that off?" he asked.<br />
"I like it," I replied as I leaned forward and<br />
nudged the volume button up a little.<br />
"I know," he said. "You always did have terrible<br />
taste in music."<br />
"No, I've always had broad taste in music. Unlike<br />
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