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my Hypocritic oath that a new, kinder and gentler community will arise from
the ashes of this one."
"It's Hippocratic oath," Brigid corrected him. She looked into his grinning
face and added coldly, "But more than likely you were right the first time."
Grant said to Mina, "You wanted to know what lay beyond the Forbidden Waste.
You're welcome to come with us and find out for yourself."
The girl nibbled at her underlip uncertainly, look-ing first at the body of
Eljay then toward Dr. Sardon-
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James Axler - Outlanders - Devil in the Moon icus. She sighed in resignation.
"I'll stay here. If things will be different from now on, there's no rea-son
to leave."
"That's right," Sardonicus declared decisively. "It'll all be different from
now on."
"You're very quick to make promises," Kane snapped. He stepped toward
Sardonicus and jabbed him so hard in the chest with the barrel of his Sin
Eater that the man stumbled, falling back into his chair.
Towering over him, Kane intoned with deadly sincerity, "You'd better keep
them. We can come back at any time, and you'll never know we're here until you
see us."
Sardonicus swallowed hard, then bobbed his head repeatedly. "When you do
return, you'll be wel-comed as friends and liberators."
After exchanging goodbyes with Mina, the three exiles left the institution the
same way they had en-
tered it, crossing the arena to the breezeway. Kane peeled back a strip of
fabric on his left wrist and consulted his digital chron. "We've been here two
hours and eleven minutes. That's how long it took us to wreck this society."
"Something of a new record, even for us," Brigid commented breezily.
"Yeah," rumbled Grant. "It'll be hard to beat."
Kane cast a quick glance over his shoulder down the breezeway and into the
amphitheater. People were dragging the dead and injured sec men away under
Sardonicus's direction. He still stood beside Eljay's body, and the noonday
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sun glinted briefly from his burnished teeth. Kane shivered involuntarily from
a sudden chill.
"What's the matter?" asked Brigid.
Kane shook his head, returning his gaze to the ridgeline rising in the
distance. "My instincts tell me we haven't seen the last of that fang-faced
psycho!"
Grant smiled without mirth. ' 'What a coincidence. Mine are telling me the
exact same thing."
Brigid tossed her hair back from her face. ' 'More than likely all we actually
accomplished here is to make another enemy. We should all be used to that by
now."
Chapter 7
"Lakesh, I believe you're getting gray." Domi brushed the tips of her fingers
through the thick hair at his temples. "Mebbe you'll have hair the same color
as mine soon."
Lakesh propped himself up on an elbow, gazing down at the beautiful white face
beneath him. A dew of sweat glistened below her up-slanting red eyes and above
her sensually shaped mouth. Her eyes usually
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James Axler - Outlanders - Devil in the Moon shone like rubies or drops of
freshly spilled blood, but now they were dreamy and faraway. Her face, which
normally appeared to have been sculpted from porcelain, held a soft look, all
the harsh, chiseled an-gles sponged away by their lovemaking.
Her eyes closed on either side of her thin-bridged nose, the long sweeping
lashes resembling pine-needle branches dusted with snow. Lakesh continued to
gaze into her face, more than a little troubled by her observation. His hand
went reflexively to touch his black hair. He certainly couldn't feel any
differ-ence.
Grinning, Domi pulled his head down, kissing him playfully on the end of his
long, aquiline nose. "Don't worry. I loved you when you hardly had any hair at
all. I can deal with a little gray. 'Sides, you're a scientist, a whitecoat.
You're supposed to look dis-tinguished."
Lakesh wasn't mollified. Pushing himself off the bed, he crossed the room to
the small mirror hanging above the built-in bureau. By the dim light he
ex-amined his reflection. For more than two-score years, since his
resurrection from cryo-sleep, he always ex-perienced a moment of disoriented
shock when he saw a wizened, cadaverous face gazing back at him. For the first
three years after his awakening, he was always discomfited by the sight of
blue eyes staring out at him from his own face.
The year before the nukecaust, he had been diag-nosed with incipient glaucoma,
and although the ad-
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