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Step over here, said a cool, low voice from the shadows.

Move And pray this ledge goes somewhere. Anywhere But if Zek did pray, then her prayers weren't answered.

The stranger held out an urgent hand to the pair, held up his cloak almost as if to shield them. He drew them toward him . . .

Move And pray this ledge goes somewhere. Anywhere But if Zek did pray, then her prayers weren't answered.

Alive, Karl, do you hear? Shaithis's voice warned, that much closer now. Vyotsky's eyes went wide with fear. He glanced back. Jazz took the opportunity to swing his own weapon in Vyotsky's direction, squeezed the trigger. To hell with keeping quiet

Step over here, said a cool, low voice from the shadows.

Zek clutched at Jazz and they clung together. And-

Zek clutched at Jazz and they clung together. And-

Zek was dangling now, one elbow hooked over the rim of the ledge, the rest of her kicking and swinging. Only Jazz's grip on her offered any stability at all.Oh, God

Alive, Karl, do you hear? Shaithis's voice warned, that much closer now. Vyotsky's eyes went wide with fear. He glanced back. Jazz took the opportunity to swing his own weapon in Vyotsky's direction, squeezed the trigger. To hell with keeping quiet

There they are the vampire Lord shouted, pointed.On the ledge, under the cliff. Get after them, Karl. And if you'd be my man, don't let me down . . .

A figure was there, in the cave under the overhang, tall, slim, cloaked. Male, he wore an impassive golden mask over his face. Starlight gleamed on the gold. Jazz was struck with the thought that he looked like the Phantom of the OperaWho-? he gasped.

The stranger held out an urgent hand to the pair, held up his cloak almost as if to shield them. He drew them toward him . . .

Step over here, said a cool, low voice from the shadows.

A huge hand fell on Vyotsky's shoulder and he froze. Shaithis's monstrous voice hissed in his ear:Where are they? Did your weapon strike them? I hope for your sake it did not Vyotsky didn't look back, simply continued to gape at the empty ledge ahead.

So much Vyotsky saw, but in the next moment. . . the big Russian blinked, used his free hand to rub furiously at his eyes. They'd gone-all three, gone But he hadn't seen them step back into the cave.

The gun chattered, and whining bullets chewed at the cliff like metal wasps, hurling chippings in Vyotsky's face. Instinctively he fired back, and a lucky round snatched Jazz's gun from his hands, sent it spinning out over the abyss. As the sling was yanked from his shoulder, only the chimney of rock stopped him from being drawn after it.

There they are the vampire Lord shouted, pointed.On the ledge, under the cliff. Get after them, Karl. And if you'd be my man, don't let me down . . .

Quickly said the newcomer.If you want to live.

Step over here, said a cool, low voice from the shadows.

Move And pray this ledge goes somewhere. Anywhere But if Zek did pray, then her prayers weren't answered.

Where the cliff was notched and bent back sharply on itself, the ledge narrowed to an uneven eighteen inches. In theV of the notch a chimney of rock had weathered free, leaning outward over dizzy heights. Behind the chimney scree had gathered, forming the floor of a cave. The stars gleamed down on the ledge, but in the deeps of the cave all was inky blackness.

As Shaithis glided forward, Vyotsky passed out of sight into the angles of the cliff face. Jazz and Zek heard shale sliding, Vyotsky's surprised yelp and his cursing. He was on the ledge and had discovered how slippery it was.

So much Vyotsky saw, but in the next moment. . . the big Russian blinked, used his free hand to rub furiously at his eyes. They'd gone-all three, gone But he hadn't seen them step back into the cave.

Edging along the ledge toward the chimney and the cave behind it, Jazz asked Zek:Why hasn't Shaithis called up more help?

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