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Lights came on in the two closest houses. Damn it. The boost bike shot into my view. The lights in the Ramirez residence went out. The lamp post turned dark. The engine of the boost bike died like someone had thrown a switch. An electromagnetic pulse is a terribly useful thing. The bike spun, rotating wildly, crashed into a lamppost and bounced off, landing on the pavement, and skidding to a stop.

Twenty feet from the inn's boundary. In a moment Mr. Ramirez would realize his lights refused to come on and he would do exactly what most men did in this situation. He'd come outside to check if the rest of the neighborhood had lost power. He would see us and the boost bike that clearly didn't look like it belonged on Earth.

I leapt over the balcony. A massive root snaked out of the ground, catching me, and set me gently on the grass.

I dashed to the street, the broom in my hand splitting to reveal its glowing blue insides and flowing into a spear with a hook on the end. Sean darted to the bike, grabbed the small passenger, and threw him backward toward the inn. Roots snatched him out of the air, the lawn yawned, and they dragged him under.

I hooked the boost bike with my spear. Sean grasped the other edge, strained, and we half-dragged, half-carried it to the inn's boundary. Behind me a door swung open. Sean grunted, I cried out, and we heaved the bike and my broom over the hedge. I spun around and faced the street. Ramirez walked out, his Rhodesian Ridgeback, Asad, trailing him.

Ramirez said. I had outrage to spare. All visitors to Earth had to follow one rule: That was the entire purpose of the inns. I'd had too many close calls already and as soon as I got inside, the rider of the boost bike would deeply regret it. Might've damaged the power lines," Sean offered.

Ramirez frowned. Isn't your house all the way down the street? What are you doing here? Ramirez looked at him, then at me, taking in my cardigan and T-shirt, then at Sean again. Ramirez turned to him.

The huge dog put himself between Mr. Ramirez and the marks and broke into a cacophony of barks. He barely ever barks. I better get him inside.

I'm going to file a police report in the morning. Ramirez looked at Sean and me one last time and smiled. He didn't just wish Sean and I happy jogging. He isn't going to believe that I woke up out of a dead sleep, got dressed, and ran four hundred yards here in the time it took him to go downstairs and open the door.

We're adults last time I checked. I'll be fielding rumors and questions for a week. I don't like attention, Sean.

Sweep of the Blade

It's bad for my business. I turned around. He followed me in. Inside my front room, the long flexible roots of the inn pinned a creature to the wall. He was about the size of a ten-year-old human child, four-limbed, and wearing a pocketed leather harness from which hung a wide brown cape. A beautiful crest of emerald-green, yellow, and crimson feathers crowned his head.

Earth's evolutionary theory said that feathers evolved from scales and therefore were unlikely to ever appear on the same creature.

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Nobody mentioned it to the biker, because the rest of him was covered in beautiful green scales, darkening to hunter green on his back and lightening to cream on his throat and chest. A male Ku. I should've known. The Ku were actually reptilian and had more in common with dinosaurs than birds. They lived in tribes and stumbled onto the greater galaxy by accident while they were still in the hunter-gatherer stage.

They'd never moved past it. On Earth, climate change combined with the rising population created starvation, which became the catalyst for the development of horticulture, which in turn eventually led to agricultural society and feudalism.

The Ku faced no such pressures. They didn't try to understand the galaxy and the complicated technology of other species. They simply accepted it and learned to use it. Talking rules to a Ku was like reading a modern law brief to a toddler. This one, apparently, decided it would be a great idea to bring his boost bike to our planet and drive up and down Park Street. You can't make noise. You can't ride boost bikes. Humans can't know. You almost got all of us into big trouble.

His eyes were clear like the summer sky: I sighed. I wanted to yell at him some more, but it would accomplish nothing.

What do you have to say for yourself? Might as well shove it into a bottle and toss it into the ocean. It had about the same chances of reaching its recipient. We would like to recruit you to be member of that fine body. Sadly, you will be forbidden from seeking independent sources of income until your term of service is over.

Nor can you return to your home planet until the expiration of your contract. Most people prefer to do more. Nothing compares to preventing an interstellar war, knowing billions of lives hang in the balance. You do not get to say good- bye. Below, someone screamed. Of course, you realize that the decision is up to them. We do not compel. We only entice. The sound of feet thudding up the stairs rushed from the hallway.

We should be off then. My name is Klaus Demille. I will be your guide for this orientation.

The last thing he saw was guards lunging at him in a vain attempt to avenge the murder of their master. Chapter One One year later… When visitors came to the fine state of Texas, they expected a dry, rolling plain studded with longhorn cattle, oil derricks, and an occasional cowboy in a huge hat.

According to them, that plain had only one type of weather: scorching. In fact, we had two types, drought and flood. This December, the town of Red Deer was experiencing the latter kind of weather.

SWEEP OF THE BLADE

The rain poured and poured, turning the world gray, damp, and dreary. I looked outside the living room window and hugged myself. The view offered a section of flooded street and, past it, the Avalon subdivision hunkering down under the cascade of cold water determined to wait it out.

The inside of Gertrude Hunt's Bed-and-Breakfast was warm and dry, but the rain was getting to me all the same. After a week of this downpour, I wanted a clear sky. Maybe it would let up tomorrow.

Sweep in Peace by Ilona Andrews - online free at Epub

A girl could hope. It was a perfect evening to snuggle up with a book, play a video game, or watch TV. Except I wanted to do none of those things. Caldenia exited the kitchen, carrying her cup of tea.

She looked to be in her sixties, beautiful, elegant, and cloaked in the air of experience. Her Grace, Caldenia ka ret Magren, was indeed high society, except she preferred world domination to friendly brunches and mass murder to charity.

Thankfully those days were behind her. Now she was just a guest at my inn, her past barely an issue, aside from an occasional bounty hunter stupid enough to try to collect on the enormous price on her head. On this evening she wore a sweeping kimono the color of rose wine, with gold accents. It flared as she walked, giving her thin figure a suitably regal air. Her silver hair, usually artfully arranged into a flattering hairdo, drooped slightly. Her makeup looked smudged and short of her typical impeccable perfection.

The rain was getting to her as well. She cleared her throat. What now? Too bad. I guaranteed her safety, not entertainment. Empress Wu had potential, so I eliminated her before we even cleared the Bronze Age. The Egyptians are my pawns.

I dominate the planet. Oddly, I find myself mildly fascinated by Genghis Khan. A shrewd and savage warrior, possessing a certain magnetism.

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