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them, and the Covin would come to assist.

Had any would-be leader ever commanded a force so grotesque: trolls and anthropophagi? Rap was
yoking the ox with the tiger. His own occult powers were trivial, good for little more than fairground
juggling, and yet as the only outsider in the group he must somehow keep the peace between the two
sides. It would be a marriage of fire and water, but if he let his army sit still and do nothing, it would rot.
So follow me! Where to?

Faerie? Dragon Reach?

Always he came back to that nagging feeling that he had forgotten something.

Then he had company . . .

A slender woman stood in the doorway, silhouetted against the light of the bonfires within. She stepped
closer with a familiar jingling sound, and he found himself looking at a skirt of white bones, human ribs.
He stood up quickly.

She was young. Mostly she wore tattoos of red and blue, but take those away and she would be very
pretty. She had flowers tucked in her air, and bones through her nose and earlobes, but take those away
...

She was very close. “I am Sin Sin,” she said huskily. Rap gulped, sweating in the damp night.Inos, come
here, I need you! “I’m, er, I’m Rap.”

“I know,” she breathed.

Her bra seemed to be fashioned out of two juvenile skulls, one slightly larger than the other. He realized
that he had been staring at it rather too long.

“Isn’t that very uncomfortable?” he asked. “Yes. Do please take it off.”

“Er, no. I’d rather not.”

“As you wish.” She sighed and tried to embrace him. He backed away, almost falling into the pool
below. “Sin Sin, I’m on guard.” A long time since Inos . . . too long with only trolls . . .

“I came to relieve you. But you needn’t go.”

“I wouldn’t want to distract you while you keep watch.”

“You won’t.”

“Yes, I will. I mean, I might.”

“Fauns are so-o-o handsome!”

“No, they’re not. Please, Sin Sin!”

“Yes, yes!”