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The Book of Ataniel

Gathering the Forces



“Val’s worried about our, collective emotional stability,” Khyrisse admitted, irritation and worry vying in her voice. “I mostly think she’s overreacting, but just in case... we could use someone we can trust to help hold us together.”

“Karmic duct tape,” smiled Flicker, “that’s me. Count me in.”

There was a discreet tap at the door, and Khyrisse went to answer it. It was Garal and Amatsu, which surprised her; she’d already spoken to them both today. Maybe Amatsu had talked Garal into coming along. That would be good news for the Rat Pack--the last time they tried to go to another plane without the halfling, they’d wound up prisoners in the Abyss--but Khyrisse had to admit she was still secretly a little relieved when he declined. I’m trying not to hold his nasty sex dreams against him, really I am... but I do not need to see those images again, thank you, and I don’t want to be responsible for how Ebreth or Karel might react to them either. Or Aithne, for that matter. Khyrisse shook her head. “Come on in,” she said instead. “What can I do for you?”

They looked at each other. “It’s, well, Vickie,” Garal said.

“Grendel,” Khyrisse muttered. “What now? She hasn’t been captured by one of the Deathless again, has she?”

“It wasn’t me,” said Flicker, raising his hands.

Amatsu cleared his throat. “No, she is not in danger... not yet. But she has sent word to me that she will be arriving in New Trade tomorrow, to assist in the rescue of Jack Paris and Lord Tor.”

Khyrisse was sure the actual message had been far less diplomatic, probably something about pulling their butts out of the fire or making sure the Rat Pack didn’t get in over their heads. “So you’re here to talk me into bringing her with us,” she sighed.

Amatsu looked at Garal, and Garal looked at Amatsu. “Actually,” said Amatsu, bowing slightly the way he did when he had a favor to ask, “this one is here to ask you to leave tonight.”

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