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Fire Dancer
1982
 BEHIND THEM LAY DEATH, BEFORE THEM THE UNIVERSE...

The Senyas dancers—they practiced their unique skills on their home planet, Deva, their smooth
skin glowing with complex energy patterns as they learned the power dances and mentally
mastered the elemental forces of Nature. And the Bre’n mentors —large, fur-covered humanoids,
they were the only living beings who could control and channel the power of a Senyas dancer.
Yet Bre’n and Senyas together could not save Deva from becoming a flaming inferno devoured
by its own greedy sun.

Somehow two survived—Rheba the fire dancer and Kirtn, her Bre’n companion. Their world had
died but they swore their people would not, and together they set out to search the star systems
for others oftheir kind. But the twisted trail they followed soon forced them into the clutches of
the evil Loo-chim, galactic slavers from whose stronghold no one had ever escaped alive...

SLAVE ATTACK!

A hail of stones fell over Rheba, stunning her. Before she could recover, the slaves swarmed
down on them. Most of the attackers chose to concentrate on Kirtn instead of on the woman
whose hands had called forth fire. Even so, Rheba was swept off her feet in the rush, her head
ringing from a glancing blow.

Kirtn was a deadly opponent despite being outnumbered, but even his huge strength could not
withstand the onslaught of thirty enraged slaves. He vanished under a tumult of multicolored
flesh.

Pulling herself up, Rheba lunged toward the melee. She screamed Kirtn’s name, desperately
grabbing energy from every source within her reach. Thin lines of fire sizzled over the slaves
who covered the Bre’n. Kirtn clawed his way out of the pile with three men and their leader
clinging to his shoulders. The leader’s pale arm flashed upward as a club took lethal aim on
Kirtn’s skull.

I
Onan was the most licentious planet in the Yhelle Equality. No activity was prohibited. As a
result, the wealth of the Equality flowed down Onan’s gravity well—and stuck. Nontondondo,
the sprawling city-spaceport, was a three-dimensional maze with walls of colored lightning,
streets paved with hope and potholed by despair, and a decibel level that knew no ceiling.

“Kirtn!” shouted Rheba to the huge Bre’n walking beside her. “Can you see the Black Whole
yet?”

Kirtn’s hands locked around Rheba’s waist. In an instant her lips were level with his ear. She
shouted again.

“Can you see the casino?”
“Just a few more buildings,” he said against her ear.

Even Kirtn’s bass rumble had trouble competing with the din. He pursed his lips and whistled a
fluting answer to her question in the whistle language of the Bre’ns. The sound was like a gem