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"You don't deserve to be free," Dorrie said.
"Why did Serephina want you so badly?" I asked.
"She's afraid of death. She says drinking from something as long-lived as I am helps her keep death at bay."
"She's a vampire," Larry protested.
"But not immortal," I said.
Magnus looked up, strange aquamarine eyes glimmering out through his shining hair. Maybe it was the hair, or the eyes, or his being nearly covered in the strange moving, not moving flowers, but he didn't look very human.
"She fears death," he said. "She fears you." His voice was low and echoing.
"She nearly cleaned my clock last night. Why's she afraid of me?"
"You brought death among us last night."
"It can't be the first time," I said.
"She came to me for my long life, my immortal blood. Perhaps she will go to you next. Perhaps instead of running from death, she will embrace it."
The skin on my arms twitched, marching in gooseflesh up to my elbows. "She tell you that last night?"
"There is a power involved, hurting her old enemy Jean-Claude, but in the end, Anita, she wonders if your power would make the difference. If she drank you up, would she be immortal? Would you be able to keep death from her with your necromancy?"
"You could leave town," Larry said. I wasn't sure which of us he was speaking to.
I shook my head. "Master vampires don't give up that easy. I'll tell Stirling that I won't be raising his dead, Magnus. No one else can do it but me, so it won't get done."
"But they won't give back the land," Magnus said in his strange voice. "If they simply blow up the mountain, the result might be the same."
"Is that true, Dorrie?"
She nodded. "It could be."
"What do you want me to do?" I asked.
Magnus crawled through the flowers, peering at me through the shining curtain of his hair. His eyes were swirling bands of green and blue, whirling until I was dizzy. I looked away.
"Raise a handful of the dead. Can you do that?" he asked.
"No sweat," I said. "But will everybody's lawyers agree to that?"
"I'll see that they do," he said.
"Dorrie?" I asked.
She nodded. "I'll see to it."
I stared at Magnus for a moment. "Will Serephina really rescue the boy?"
"Yes," he said.
I stared down at him. "Then I'll see you tonight."
"No, I'll be well and truly drunk again. It's not foolproof, but it helps drown her out."
"Fine; I'll raise you a handful of dead. Keep your land safe.
"You don't deserve to be free," Dorrie said.
"Why did Serephina want you so badly?" I asked.
"She's afraid of death. She says drinking from something as long-lived as I am helps her keep death at bay."
"She's a vampire," Larry protested.
"But not immortal," I said.
Magnus looked up, strange aquamarine eyes glimmering out through his shining hair. Maybe it was the hair, or the eyes, or his being nearly covered in the strange moving, not moving flowers, but he didn't look very human.
"She fears death," he said. "She fears you." His voice was low and echoing.
"She nearly cleaned my clock last night. Why's she afraid of me?"
"You brought death among us last night."
"It can't be the first time," I said.
"She came to me for my long life, my immortal blood. Perhaps she will go to you next. Perhaps instead of running from death, she will embrace it."
The skin on my arms twitched, marching in gooseflesh up to my elbows. "She tell you that last night?"
"There is a power involved, hurting her old enemy Jean-Claude, but in the end, Anita, she wonders if your power would make the difference. If she drank you up, would she be immortal? Would you be able to keep death from her with your necromancy?"
"You could leave town," Larry said. I wasn't sure which of us he was speaking to.
I shook my head. "Master vampires don't give up that easy. I'll tell Stirling that I won't be raising his dead, Magnus. No one else can do it but me, so it won't get done."
"But they won't give back the land," Magnus said in his strange voice. "If they simply blow up the mountain, the result might be the same."
"Is that true, Dorrie?"
She nodded. "It could be."
"What do you want me to do?" I asked.
Magnus crawled through the flowers, peering at me through the shining curtain of his hair. His eyes were swirling bands of green and blue, whirling until I was dizzy. I looked away.
"Raise a handful of the dead. Can you do that?" he asked.
"No sweat," I said. "But will everybody's lawyers agree to that?"
"I'll see that they do," he said.
"Dorrie?" I asked.
She nodded. "I'll see to it."
I stared at Magnus for a moment. "Will Serephina really rescue the boy?"
"Yes," he said.
I stared down at him. "Then I'll see you tonight."
"No, I'll be well and truly drunk again. It's not foolproof, but it helps drown her out."
"Fine; I'll raise you a handful of dead. Keep your land safe.