文档介绍：BLOOD DEBT
By
Tanya Huff
Copyright© 1997 by Tanya Huff.
All Rights Reserved. Cover art by John Jude Palencar. DAW Book Collectors No. 1056.
All characters and events in this book are fictitious.
Any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.
If you purchase this book without a cover you should be aware that this book may have been stolen
prop•erty and reported as "unsold and destroyed" to the publisher. In such case neither the author nor
the pub•lisher has received any payment for this "stripped book."
For Sean "Sebastian" Smith,
who not only mapped out the
city but brought it to life.
One
"HOW are you feeling?"
The young man attempted a shrug but didn't have the energy to actually lift his shoulders. " 'M okay," he
muttered, watching the doctor warily. The incision throbbed, and he was too tired to take a piss without
the huge orderly holding his pecker, but he wasn't going to tell the doctor that. Some people said he had
authority problems. So what.
He had his money; all he wanted now was a chance to spend it. "When can I go?"
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"Go?"
"Leave," he growled.
"That's what I came in to tell you." Her face ex•pressionless, she stepped away from the bed. "You'll be
leaving this afternoon."
"When?"
"Soon."
When she was gone, he swung his legs out from under the covers and carefully lowered them to the
floor. Straightening slowly, he released the rail and stepped forward. The room whirled. He would have
fallen except that a beefy hand wrapped around his arm and effortlessly kept him upright.
"You walk too fuckin' quietly, man," he said, turn•ing to face the orderly. "Damn near scared me to d . .
."
The last word got lost in sudden pain as the fin•gers tightened.
"Hey, man! You're hurting me!"
"I know." Something glittered in the depths of soft brown eyes, something usually buried beneath an
ex•pression of unquestionable docility.
The setting sun brushed molten