Hellflower - Edghill, Rosemary
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Somebody had nailed Moke Rahone to his Desk. . . . Moke Rahone'd been human, and someone had butchered him open. It was dainty-like. Real bodysnatcher work, done with something sharp-something that didn't burn like a pocket laser or chew up the meat like a vibro. And there was one other thing. It was sticking up out of Rahone's insides and it hadn't been part of his original manifest. It might tell me who killed him, and who might be interested in taking over the cargo I had for him. I pulled off my glove and yanked out the optional extra somebody'd left with Brother Rahone. What I got for my…mehr

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Somebody had nailed Moke Rahone to his Desk. . . . Moke Rahone'd been human, and someone had butchered him open. It was dainty-like. Real bodysnatcher work, done with something sharp-something that didn't burn like a pocket laser or chew up the meat like a vibro. And there was one other thing. It was sticking up out of Rahone's insides and it hadn't been part of his original manifest. It might tell me who killed him, and who might be interested in taking over the cargo I had for him. I pulled off my glove and yanked out the optional extra somebody'd left with Brother Rahone. What I got for my trouble was long and thin, pointed at one end and with feathers at the other. It was mostly red, but where it was dry it was a kind of blue animal bone with carving on it. I'd seen bone like that before. Hellflower work! I'd just shut the door on the inner room behind me when the outer door opened. The hellflower standing there wasn't Tiggy, but he looked real pleased to see me anyway. "Ea, higna," the hellflower said. Then he went for his heat. . . .
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She was born long enough ago to have seen Classic Trek on its first outing and to remember that she once thought Spock Must Die! to be great literature. As she aged, she put aside her fond dreams of taking over for Batman when he retired, and returned to her first love, writing. Her first SF sale (as Eluki Bes Shahar) was the Hellflower series, in which Damon Runyon meets Doc Smith over at the old Bester place. Between books and short stories in every genre but the Western (several dozen so far), she's held the usual selection of odd and part-time writer jobs, including bookstore clerk, secretary, beta tester for computer software, graphic designer, book illustrator, library clerk, and administrative assistant for a non-profit arts organization. She can truthfully state that she once killed vampires for a living, and that without any knowledge of medicine has illustrated half-a-dozen medical textbooks.