Shadowrun - Novel - 18 - Worlds Without End.pdf

Shadowrun Caroline Spector - Worlds Without End
"You can't blame us. Mother," said the spriggan.
"That was your own doing."
"Oh, be quiet," I snapped. The spriggan skulked
away.
Sweat ran down my face. I was growing tired of
their games.
"Tell me where they are," I said.
"Patience, Mother," they replied.
I'm running away. The earth rushes below me as
I fly. Cradled in my arms is a child. This is no
changeling, but my own flesh and blood.
At last we come to our home. Inside, the air is
stale and musty. But that doesn't matter because we
are home and safe.
The storms come. Rain pounds against the roof
and makes the windows "rattle. But we don't mind,
we're warm and dry. Then I remember, someone is
coming. Coming for us.
The door slams open. He is here. But he's not the
real threat. I don't realize this until it's too late.
Foolish foolish woman.
Something jerked me.
Someone.
Caimbeui had hauled me from the dance. Looking
down, I saw I no longer wore the petal gown. Just
my own gray sweater and black jeans. Orange
streaks colored the sky to the east.
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"Why did you do that?" I asked.
"I just now found you."
"What?"
"You went running off, and I couldn't find you for
three days," he said angrily. "Do you think I enjoyed
tramping all over this jerkwater place? I used up a
hell of a lot of goodwill trying to figure out where
they took you. Not to mention the energy."
"Thanks," I said.
"Thanks? Thanks. She said, 'Thanks.' Is that it?"
He was beginning to annoy me. I was searching
the ground trying to see if they'd left anything behind
for me to go on. And all he was doing was
blathering away.
"Yes, thanks for coming after me. What do you
want. Harlequin?"
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