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Up high above the chaos of Caldwell, in the silent marble library of the Chosen, Tohr had a scream in his head that was so loud, it was a wonder that No&039;One didn&039;t cover her ears from the din

He threw his hand out "Givethe volume from her, he forced his eyes to focus on the characters of the Old Language that had been so carefully constructed

Wellesandra, er Brother Tohrhter of Relix, passed fro, a son of soe, he felt as if the whole event had happened ain that old, fao over the symbols a couple of times before he could concentrate not only on as there, but asn&039;t

No raphs, he sought the notations of other passings There were a number

Passed from the earth unto the Fade Passed from the earth unto the Fade Passed froe - earth unto the Fade

"Oh, God"

As a screeching noise echoed around, he did not lift his eyes But abruptly, No&039;One started pulling on his arm

"Sit, please sit" She yanked hard "Please"

He let hiht his weight

"Is there any chance," he said in a guttural voice, "that they siot to put it in?"

There was no need for No&039;One, or anybody else, to answer that question The sequestered Chosen had had a sacred job, so they did not fuck up And that kind of "oopsie" would be a big one

Lassiter&039;s voice knocked on his inside door: That&039;s why I&039;ve come - I&039;o back to the et to his feet, but that didn&039;t go well Between a sudden weakness in his body and that fucking foot, he slammed into one of the stacks, the contour of his shoulder pushing a wave into the books whose spines were so carefully arranged Annnnnnnd then it was a case of the floor tipping in the opposite direction, pitching hiot in the way of his falling

It was a body A diminutive fely ih the freak-out

Instantly, the vision of No&039;One in that pool, her naked for and wet, exploded like a land reat that it blasted its way through everything that had been driving him

It happened so fast: the contact, the memory and the arousal

Underneath the fly of his leathers, his cock punched out to its full length Without apology

"Let me help you back into the chair," he heard her say from a vast distance

"Don&039;t touch et anywhere nearhis way down the stacks, he couldn&039;t breathe, couldn&039;t stand himself

As soon as he was free fro his faithless body to his bedrooot there

Duh

Staring down at his button fly, he tried to find another explanation Maybe he&039;d thrown a clot? A cock clot or maybe shit

There was no way he could be attracted to another feoddamn it

"Lassiter," he looked around "Lassiter!"

Where the fuck was that angel?

"Lassiter!" he bellowed

When there was no reply, no burst-through-the-door, he was stuck alone with his hard-on

Rage curled his right hand into a fist

With a vicious swing, he punched hi himself in the cojones -

"Fuck!"

It was like getting hit with a wrecking ball, and his skyscraper went down, the pain buckling him so fast he ate carpet

As he retched and tried to push hi if he hadn&039;t done soh the os

"Shit, that el&039;s face entered his line of watery vision "On the plus side, you could probably sing Alvin&039;s part on a Christmas CD"

"What" Hard to talk But then it was hard to breathe And every ti up his throat "Tell me the In Between"

"You want to wait until you&039;re not hypoxic?"

Tohr snapped out a hand and gripped the angel&039;s biceps "Tellet it in the nuts, you experienced a shot of phantom pain in your own croquet set

As Lassiter crouched beside the Brother&039;s pretzel of a body, he was feeling a little nauseous his - just to reassure the boys downstairs that however s were sacred

"Tell uy could still suy to yell And, yeah, there was no maybe-later-after-you-recover option with a son of a bitch who could punch himself like that

No reason to pad shit, either Natch

"The In Between is not really the jurisdiction of the Scribe Virgin or the Oa It&039;s the Maker&039;s territory - and before you ask, that would be the creator of all things Your Scribe Virgin, the O up there, but o or because soo of you"

When Tohr was silent, Lassiter recognized the signs of brain-fry and took pity on the poor son of a bitch

Placing a hand on the Brother&039;s shoulder, he said gently, "Breathe with ether Let&039;s just breathe shit out for a est ti like a plank