Witchlight by Marion Zimmer Bradley

Author:Marion Zimmer Bradley [Bradley, Marion Zimmer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Unknown, Usernet, C429, Kat, Extratorrents
ISBN: 0765323745
Publisher: Tor Books
Published: 1996-01-02T08:00:00+00:00

her. “What can I do for you today?” he asked, his tone professionally po- lite. He was wearing the loudest sport coat Winter had ever seen—a polyester horror of green and yellow and orange plaid, with a few red and blue stripes thrown in for good measure. “You can throw away that jacket for starters; it’s the most horrible thing I’ve ever seen,” Winter said, smiling. Ramsey’s face lost its expression of formal politeness and broke into a genuine grin of recognition. “Winter! I told you to call me the day before you got here!” he said, enveloping her in a hug. “I forgot,” she said meekly, hugging him back, “and Dayton was closer than I thought it was. But just/00k at you.” “I’d rather look at you,” Ramsey leered, in the style of a borscht-belt comic. “You look terrific! What have you been doing? What brings you to my humble city?” “I’m looking up old college friends—you know, the group?” The Blackburn group, Winter meant, but Ramsey didn’t take her up on that. “Well, when you find Grey, give him my best—and tell him I haven’t forgotten about the twenty bucks he owes me. But come on inside–oh, don’t worry about moving the car; Mike can keep an eye on it. Lends a touch of class to the place. And if I sell it, I’ll make sure you get top price.” “Gee, thanks,” Winter said mockingly. “And it isn’t even mine.” “You’re stealing cars these days?” Ramsey shot back, never missing a beat.

Ramsey’s office bore a faint kinship with the place in Poughkeepsie that Winter had leased her car from: automotive calendars on the walls and clusters of tagged keys everywhere. Ramsey gestured, indicating she should sit where she liked, and Winter passed up the couch beneath the window in favor of one of the verging-on-antique chairs opposite the bat- tered metal desk. “Soda?” Ramsey said. Winter nodded, and he went over to a small re- frigerator. “Coke all right?” “Great.” She’d never been one for sweets before—let alone soft

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drinks—but ever since these things had started happening, she couldn’t keep away from the stuff. She’d developed a particular fondness for Clas- sic Coke. Carbonated glucose in a can. I don’t even want to know what’s in it, but know- ing that p/umbers soak fittings in it to get the rust off is enough for me. Despite her flip and mordant thoughts, Winter popped the top on the deposit can and poured the paper cup full. She drank, and let the sugar rush flush the weariness from her body for a while. While Ramsey was getting his own drink, Winter took a surreptitious look around. The bright spring sunlight beat down on the cars outside in the lot, making the place look about as good as it ever would. Turning across four lanes of traffic she hadn’t had much of a chance to look over Ramsey’s place of business as she

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