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Sword DancerSword Dancer
Book 1 of the Sword Dancer series.
By Jennifer Roberson




Sword Dancer
Table of Contents
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven,
Twelve,
Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen,
Twenty,
Twenty-One, Twenty-Two, Twenty-Three, Twenty-Four




One
In my line of work, I've seen all kinds of women. Some beautiful. Some
ugly.
Some just plain in between. And--being neither senile nor a man with
aspirations
to sainthood--whenever the opportunity presented itself (with or
without my
encouragement), I bedded the beautiful ones (although sometimes they
bedded me),
passed on the ugly ones altogether (not being a greedy man), but
allowed myself
discourse with the in-betweeners on a fairly regular basis, not being
one to
look the other way when such things as discourse and other
entertainments are
freely offered. So the in-betweeners made out all right, too.
But when she walked into the hot, dusty cantina and slipped the hood of
her
white burnous, I knew nothing I'd ever seen could touch her. Certainly
Ruth and
Numa couldn't, though they were the best the cantina had to offer. I
was so
impressed with the new girl I tried to swallow my aqivi the wrong way
and wound
up choking so badly Ruth got off my left knee and Numa slid off my
right. Ruth
commenced pounding on my back awhile and Numa--well-meaning as ever--
poured more
aqivi and tried to tip it down a throat already afire from the stuff.
By the time I managed to extricate myself from both of them (no mean
feat), the
vision in the white burnous had looked away from me and was searching