Crystal singer by Anne McCaffrey

Author:Anne McCaffrey [McCaffrey, Anne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General, Fiction, Modern & contemporary fiction (post c 1945), General & Literary Fiction, Science Fiction, Fiction - Science Fiction, Fantasy Fiction, Science Fiction - General, Fantasy, Adventure, Science Fiction; American, Space Opera, Fantasy - General, Modern fiction, Ree; Killashandra (Fictitious character), Crystals, Planets, Mccaffrey; Anne - Prose & Criticism, Ree; Killashandra (Fictitious
ISBN: 9780345327864
Publisher: New York : Ballantine, 1993 (19th printing)
Published: 1985-06-15T04:00:00+00:00

When she gradually awakened the next morning, she found his fingers lightly clasping her upturned hand. Her slight movement of surprise caused his fingers to tighten, then caress. Opening her eyes, she turned her head toward him, to meet his eyes, sleepily narrow. They were lying, she on her back, he on his stomach, stretched out, the only point of contact the two hands, yet Killashandra felt that her every muscle and nerve was in tune to him and his to her. She blinked and sighed. Lanzecki smiled, his lips relaxed and full. His smile deepened, as if he knew of her fascination with his mouth. He rolled to his back, still holding her right hand, now pulling it up to kiss the palm. She closed her eyes against the incredible sensation the lightest touch of his lips created within her. Then she noticed the fine white lines across his bare arm and chest, parallel in some places, criss-crossed in others. "I believe I mentioned that I sang crystal," he said. "Cut crystal would be nearer the truth from the look of you," she said, raising her upper body to see the rest of his well-muscled torso. Then she frowned. "How do you know so accurately what I'm thinking? No one mentioned a telepathic adaptation to the spore." "There is none, dearling. I have merely become adept at reading expressions and body language over the decades." "Is that why you're Guild Master instead of Singer?" She had heard, and savored, the endearment. "There must be a Guild Master," "Trag would never make it." "Now who is telepathic?" "Well, you'd better watch your mouth." "My mouth said nothing about Trag's future." "It didn't have to. So, are recruits deliberately selected?" His mouth gave nothing away to her. "Where did you get that idea, Killashandra Ree?" His eyes were laughing, denying her remembrance of Borella's conversation to the other Singer on the shuttle from Shankill. "The notion had occurred to me from the pounds of prevention FSP applies to keep people from joining the Guild . "The FSP" -- and Lanzecki's mouth drew into a thinner line -- "is also the largest purchaser of crystal. Especially black crystal." He rolled back to her, his eyes on her mouth. "This is my rest day, too. I earnestly desire to relax in your good company." He was indeed as earnest as she could have wished and exceedingly obliging. While they paused to eat, she asked him how they had moved from his office suite to his apartment on the Singer level. "Private lift." He gave a careless shrug of his cicatriced shoulders as he sought morsels of food in the rich spicy sauce. "One of my perquisites." "Is that how you do your appearing act?" Lanzecki grinned at her, delighted in an unexpectedly boyish way -- that put her guiltily in mind of Rimbol -- that he had disconcerted her. "I often have need to 'appear' unexpectedly." "Why?" "In your case?" His smile altered slightly, his lips taking a bitter twist.

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