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Paperback. Etat : Good. Signed copy. Renny never had a moment to consider putting thought into action. Before she could move, before she could even think of moving, a flash of anger burst in her head and the world vanished. How long this second oblivion lasted, Renny didn't know. But as she experienced it, it lasted forever. It shattered her. When she came back to herself, she was flat on the floor again, weeping, her heart pounding. Somewhere out of the chaos, words formed in her head, as if she were thinking them, but of course neither the thoughts nor the words were her own. --I said, unpleasant, isn't it?-- Renny choked back a sob. Please. --Please.-- The word echoed in Renny's head in a tone of mocking mimicry. As it died away, it was replaced by, --You know the code for the lock. Open the gate.-- Renny pushed herself back to her knees. Her fear urged her to comply and do it immediately. Groggily, she reached for the mesh of the enclosure and pulled herself upright. Her face and the psy's were inches apart. She had a fleeting, unbidden thought. How could she ever have believed that face was simply human?- - - - - Signed by the Author on the half-title page Copyright © Wasteland Press.…

Paperback. Etat : Good. Tyler came out of her reverie, disquieted. She focused her attention outward, but the only presence with her was the wind. Still her thoughts had momentarily felt alien to her. Tyler sighed. It was time to go back to the hotel. She stood up. She shifted her weight as she prepared to walk away, but she never took the step. She froze. With a chill of apprehension, Tyler realized someone was near, someone who could not be a conventional perceiver. Someone who had screened their presence as only another psy perceiver could screen. Someone she had almost missed, except that a couple of minutes ago the careful screening had failed for a glimmering moment. She had dismissed it then, but not this time. A murmur of words answered her thought. No. Not this time. Certainty formed in Tyler and with it an uncanny sense that an inevitable confrontation had finally arrived. Then Tyler heard her name, but this time the voice she heard spoke only in her mind. --Tyler.-- With the impartment of her name came regret, a strange prophetic sorrow for a loss that had not yet happened. And Tyler felt afraid because the sorrow and regret were for her. Copyright © Wasteland Press.…

Paperback. Etat : Good. Trace lay curled on the floor. Pursued by a roar of sound, she had fled through endless corridors to this last refuge. But the fire had found her. This small room where she had taken shelter was already blanketed with heat. And outside the door, flames snapped hungrily at walls and ceilings. Not far off, someone still battled this inferno. Trace had caught and sorted the fleeting thought. Check down there for survivors. She had opened her mouth to call out, Here. I'm here. But her cry strangled in her throat. Smoke filled her lungs. She gasped. She pressed her arms across her nose and mouth. With short ragged breaths, she tried to find air, but there was only smoke, acrid burning smoke. I'm here. Behind this door. I'm here. Her thoughts burned within her as hot as the fire itself. This door. Check this door. But her plea echoed only in her head. And soundless, it died there. And Trace knew soon she would die too. Copyright © Wasteland Press.…