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\u201cNo, you need it.\u201d She pushed his arm away, but he insisted. \u201cI have enough. I was paid yesterday.\u201d He forced the arm to her mouth and this time she acquiesced. One of her thin, sharp were-teeth punctured the vein and his life blood flowed into her. He had not always had a sister. He remembered the night, two years ago, when the tall, severe Cossack woman had ridden into their camp with the slip of a girl mounted up behind.<\/p>\n

\u201cTake back your Satan\u2019s whelp, Freneer!\u201d She had addressed his father. \u201cWhat do you mean, woman?\u201d asked Freneer, standing up, running a wrinkled hand through his long grey hair, tied back with string. The woman untied the girl\u2019s blouse strings, and ignoring her protest, peeled back the cloth to reveal her naked chest. In the slight groove between the unformed breasts grew a patch of grey down-like fur, which diffused into scant peach-fuzz over her belly.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf I\u2019d fathered a child, you might have told me, and I\u2019d have gladly taken her,\u201d said Freneer. \u201cI had not known she was yours until now, when she began to grow hair like your kind. If I marry her off, her husband will scorn her and make her a laughing stock in the village.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe will be highly prized among us,\u201d said Freneer. \u201cA female of the blood is always welcome.\u201d The woman remounted and rode away, leaving them to comfort as best they could the frightened new addition to their family. Freneer had christened her Rayorka, or \u201clittle treasure.\u201d Spareen had resented his father\u2019s new favorite, but Vaylance took her under his protection.<\/p>\n

He knew what it was like to be uprooted and replanted in a strange place.<\/p>\n

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2026 by Jerry eBooks No rights reserved. All parts of this book may be reproduced in any form and by any means for any purpose without any prior written consent of anyone. OceanofPDF.com OceanofPDF.com Fiction Complete Susan Petrey (custom book cover) Jerry eBooks Title Page About Susan Petrey Bibliography Short Fiction Bibliography Fiction Series Spareen Among the Tartars Fleas Spidersong Spareen Among the Cossacks The Healer\u2019s Touch Leechcraft Small Changes Spareen and Old Turk The Neisserian Invasion OceanofPDF.com Susan Candace Petrey was born on April 7, 1945 in Seattle, Washington.<\/p>\n

Petrey worked as a medical technologist after obtaining a degree in microbiology, while also immersing herself in the study of Turkish and Russian languages. Petrey died on December 5, 1980 in Portland, Oregon, at the age of thirty-five, she left behind a legacy of writing and an enigma. An intensely private person, she held the details of her life close. Even her associates did not know anything about the circumstances of her birth or childhood. Her only known relative was an aunt, but her literary executors in the Portland, Oregon, science-fiction community soon lost contact with this woman.<\/p>\n

There is evidence that Petrey was married at one time but that the marriage failed; however, Petrey never spoke of any former husband or children, resolutely keeping that information part of her private life. By the time of her death Petrey had four stories accepted. However, they were of such high quality that her notes were gathered and studied by author Steve Perry, who extracted from them three other publishable stories. Only three of Petrey\u2019s stories were professionally published during her lifetime.<\/p>\n

Most of her work appeared in the 1990 posthumous collection Gifts of Blood,. Although there was much speculation about Petrey\u2019s death, which was the result of an overdose of prescription medication and alcohol, all credible evidence points to it having been an accident rather than a deliberate act of self- destruction. Susan Petrey was active in the Portland, Oregon science fiction fandom.<\/p>\n

A group of her friends established the Susan C. Petrey Clarion Scholarship Fund in her memory. The fund annually raises money to send aspiring writers to the Clarion Workshop.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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