The Road to Amber by Roger Zelazny

Author:Roger Zelazny [Zelazny, Roger]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Collection, Fantasy, Science Fiction
ISBN: 9781886778818
Publisher: NEFSA Press
Published: 2009-12-01T07:00:00+00:00

She assembled a hype and filled it. Then she stuck out her tongue, took hold of its tip with the fingers of her left hand, raised it, and administered the injection in the underside.

“Ouch,” Croyd commented. “Where’d you learn that trick?”

“House of D. Can I fix you up here?”

Croyd shook his head. “Wrong time of month.”

“Makes you sound raggedy.”

“With me it’s a special need. When the time comes, I’ll drop some purple hearts or do some benz.”

“Oh, bombitas. Si,” she said, nodding. “Speedballs, STP, high-octane shit. Crazy man’s cooking. I’ve heard of your habits. Loco stuff.”

Croyd shrugged. “I’ve tried it all.”

“Not yage?”

“Yeah. It ain’t that great.”

“Desoxyn? Desbutol?”

“Uh-huh. They’ll do.”

“Khat?”

“Hell, yes. I’ve even done huilca. You ever try pituri? Now that’s some good shit. Routine’s a little messy, though. Learned it from an abo. How’s about kratom? Comes out of Thailand—”

“You’re kidding.”

“No.”

“Jeez, we’ll never run out of conversation. Bet I can pick up a lot from you.”

“I’ll see that you do.”

“Sure I can’t set you up?”

“Right now coffee’ll do fine.”

The morning entered the room, spilling over their slow movements.

“Here’s one called the Purple Monkey Proffers the Peach and Takes It Away Again,” Croyd murmured. “Learned it—heard of it, that is—from the lady gave me the kratom.”

“Good shit,” Veronica whispered.

* * *

When Croyd entered the Twisted Dragon for the third time in as many days, he headed directly to the bar, seated himself beneath a red paper lantern, and ordered a Tsingtao.

A nasty-looking Caucasian with ornate scars all over his face occupied the stool two seats to his left, and Croyd glanced at him, looked away, and looked again. Light shone through the septum of the man’s nose. There was a good-size hole there, and a patch of scabbed pinkish flesh occurred on the nose’s tip. It was almost as if he had recently given up on wearing a nose ring under some duress.

Croyd smiled. “Stand too near a merry-go-round?”

“Huh?”

“Or is it just the feng shui in here?” Croyd continued.

“What the hell’s feng shui?” the man said.

“Ask any of these guys,” Croyd said, gesturing broadly. “Especially, though, ask Danny Mao. It’s the way energy circulates in the world, and sometimes it gets you in a tricky bind. Lady from Thailand told me about it once. Like, killer chi will come blasting in that door, bounce off the mirror here, get split by that ba-gua fixture there and”—he chugged his beer, stepped down from his stool and advanced—“hit you right in the nose.”

Croyd’s movement was too fast for the man’s eyes to follow, and he screamed when he felt that the finger had passed through his pe¬forated septum.

“Stop it! My God! Cut it out!” he cried.

Croyd led him off his stool.

“Twice I’ve gotten the runaround in this joint,” he said loudly. “I promised myself today that the first person I ran into here was going to talk to me.”

“I’ll talk to you! I’ll talk! What do you want to know?”

“Where’s Danny Mao?” Croyd asked.

“I don’t know. I don’t know any—aah!”

Croyd had crooked his finger, moved it in a figure eight, straightened it

“Please,” the man whined.

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