Quest for the Well of Souls
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This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental. First Baen printing, September 2003 Distributed by Simon & Schuster Typeset by Brilliant Press. Printed in the United States of America |
ISBN: 0-7434-7153-9Copyright 1978 by Jack L. Chalker All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form. A Baen Books Original Production by Windhaven Press Electronic version by WebWrights |
FATAL OBSESSION"Humph!" Burodir snorted. "Mavra Chang, always Mavra Chang. It's an obsession, Antor! Look, her form's been changed—she couldn't run a ship even if you put her in charge. No hands, face always looking down. Better face it, there is no way of ever returning to that glittering bauble of yours up there in the sky, and no way anybody else can, either—particularly not Mavra Chang!" "I wish I had your confidence," Antor Trelig responded glumly. "She's the most dangerous antagonist I ever faced. Tiny little slip of a girl—and yet, she managed to get devices of incredible complexity past my detectors. Then she slipped past my guards, talked one guard into deserting with her, and managed to steal a ship and not get shot down by my robot sentinels—by knowing a password based on a system only I could possibly know. She's vicious and vengeful, I know that. I know what she'd like to do to me!" Burodir hissed in disgust. "Damn it! If she bothers you so much, why not do something about her? You're supposed to be a big plotter and dirty thinker. What would you do if some slip of a cripple was a threat to your power here?" His great reptilian head cocked slightly. "But killing her wouldn't be enough. No, I have to know what sort of things that computer put into her, and how much of it she's revealed to anyone else." His mind raced now. "A kidnapping, though. She's helpless to resist, given the situation she is in. A kidnapping and a thorough hypno job. Of course!" "Want me to arrange it?" Burodir asked, thankful that, perhaps, this obsession could be cleared up. Trelig nodded idly. "Mavra Chang!" he breathed. BAEN BOOKS by JACK L. CHALKERTales of the Three Kings:
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