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ing. He talked too slow and too loud, like he considered it a distinct possibility that the thing had fractured my ears. "You're . . . still . . . in . . . Chambers Bay . . . at . . . Palmer's . . . market." |
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It was now or never. In another ten minutes I would be too stiff to even attempt it. I pushed myself up on one elbow, heard someone tell me to take it easy and started recording facts. I had been in the halfway world long enough. They were all thereMadden, Caleb, B.C., Kendall and Ferrisplus a bunch of others that I suspected were there purely out of morbid curiosity. |
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"Is it true? Is that thing really alive or did I just dream it?" |
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"That can all wait until you're on your feet," B.C. cooed. |
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I swung my legs over the edge of the checkout counter and pushed myself into a sitting position. "Will sitting up do?" The sick little grin I forced didn't fool anyone. |
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Madden was the one who understood. When a man needs data, he needs data. "You're gonna find this tough to swallow, Researcher, but you were mauled by that thing we shot last night." |
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When you've had somebody pounding on your cage with a big stick, sometimes the things people tell you don't hang together. This was one of those times. "Will you repeat that?" I muttered. |
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Kendall moved in beside Madden. His |
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