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When they experienced emotions, they only did so in mo-ments of stress, and
then so intensely they were al-most consumed by them.
Therefore Kane was surprised when Quavell, dur-ing one of their scheduled
periods of copulation, con-fided to him that not every hybrid agreed with the
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baronial policy toward humanity. He was even more surprised when she helped
him and Domi escape. He was forced to reassess everything he thought he knew
about the barons, about the hybrids.
With the advent of the imperator and the siege of Cobaltville, everything was
different yet strangely still the same. The imperator was fixated on
unifica-tion, just as Balam's folk and the barons had been, but with a
different objective in mind. His stated in-tent was to end the tyranny of the
barons and unify both hybrid and human and build a new Earth, but Lakesh
didn't believe him and Kane had no reason to do so, either. But if it turned
out that female hybrids could conceive offspring by human males, then a
con-tinued division between the so-called old and new human was pretty much
without merit.
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Kane had yet to tell either Grant or Brigid about his experiences in
Dreamland, and he had sworn Domi to secrecy. So far the albino had kept her
word, but it was plain she was confused by his reluctance to tell anyone about
it. He wasn't sure why he wanted to keep it a secret, either. He hadn't
volunteered for stud service, after all. And it wasn't so much shame that made
him mute on the topic at least, not any-more.
During the first couple of months following his captivity, Kane had
successfully managed to keep from dwelling on memories of his forced
fornications.
But lately, having gained a certain degree of emo-tional distance he found
himself thinking of Quavell.
Images of the excessively slender and small-statured woman always seemed to
insinuate them-selves into his mind during the hazy period between wakefulness
and sleep. He was never frightened by the images.
Long ago Kane had accepted the hybrids' unusual physical appearance, their
gracile builds, their inhumanly long fingers, fine-pored skin and small ears
set low on the sides of their heads. They were so delicate, so elfin, so
self-possessed, he understood why many of them referred to his kind, the old
sham-bling, anarchic humans, as apekin.
When he drowsed, he fancied he could feel the silky blond hair that topped her
high, domed head, the texture seeming to be a cross between feathery down and
thread. Above prominent cheekbones, huge, up-
slanting eyes of a clear crystal blue regarded him silently but gleamed with a
flicker of emotion that was uncharacteristic of her kind.
Kane easily recalled other ways in which Quavell was different from the other
females he had serviced.
Almost all of them mounted him and rode him me-chanically, not looking at him
at all. It was obvious they would have never engaged in intercourse with any
human male but for the baron's orders.
Quavell, he recollected, writhed and moaned a time or two. Although his
memories were fragmented, he thought she had orgasmed at least once during
their previous couplings.
Her image would waver in his mind, it would change and he would see her with a
belly grown large with child, her long fingers clasped protectively over it,
her delicate face displaying her determination to keep safe the life growing
in her womb.
Kane would jerk awake at that point in the imagery, consumed by a bewildering
blizzard of unfamiliar and disturbing emotions. He was never sure if the
mental pictures were examples of free association or if
Qua-vell was telepathically transmitting a message when he was the most
susceptible. Or, he reflected, every-thing he had gone through could have been
yet an-other ruse, another control mechanism for humanity.
It certainly wouldn't have been the first time Balam and those of his kind
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tricked and lied to their human allies or pawns.
Repressing a shudder, Kane left the room. When it came to Balam and the
hybrids, the only thing he could be certain of was that he could be certain of
nothing. All he knew for certain was that he and his friends had made the
correct choice. When faced with either the bleak acceptance of the reality in
which humans were little more than chattel living on the sufferance of the
barons or seizing a faint chance of salvaging humanity's future, they chose
the faint chance.
They declared war on the dark forces devoted to maintaining the yoke of
slavery around the collective necks of humankind. It was a struggle not just
for the physical survival of humanity but for the human spirit, the soul of an
entire race.
Over the past two years, they scored many victo-ries, defeated many enemies,
and solved mysteries of the past that molded the present and the future. More
importantly, they began to rekindle the spark of hope within the breasts of
the disenfranchised fighting to survive in the Outlands.
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Victory, if not within their grasp, at least no longer seemed an unattainable
dream. But the war that ended a civilization and began another two centuries
later entered a new and far more deadly phase and it was one that Kane knew he
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