I was immune to most of it, partly natural ability as a necromancer, and part Jean-Claude's marks. The black man drew himself up, snorted a word, and went away, smelling strongly of Arrid andJean Naté. He looked at Jason. Yes, it hadbeen when he had gone into the computer room of the ship.
He let himself be settled down against Jean-Claude's body, but they were both fully clothed, and the way they were sitting, they could have been in any club. Meng Die and Faust led the way through the drapes and the far corridor beyond. He stared at emptiness and decided the loss of hismother had finally sent him over the brink. To be cast out from her affections, from Jean-Claude's bed, since his bed was hers.
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