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By Lynn Abbey

The world's best fable writers spin tales and loop the loop with each one other's characters in stories from the Vulgar Unicorn, the second one assortment during this particular anthology sequence set within the striking urban of Sanctuary, the place you could benefit from the quiet splendor of Ambrosia condo; pattern extraordinary pleasures on the condominium of Whips; sip ale within the Vulgar Unicorn, and hear probably the most unusual, risky, magical and lethal stories ever told...

Philip Jose Farmer, A.E. Van Vogt, Robert Asprin, Lynn Abbey, Janet Morris, David Drake and Andrew J. Offutt have dreamed up an international of wonders - a wonderful interpreting experience!

* advent - Robert Asprin
* Spiders of the pink Mage - Philip José Farmer
* Goddess - David Drake
* The Fruir of Enlibar - Lynn Abbey
* The Dream of the Sorceress - A.E. van Vogt
* Vashanka's Minion - Janet Morris
* Shadow's Pawn - Andrew J. Offutt
* to protect the Guardians - Robert Asprin
* Essay: The Lighter aspect of Sanctuary - Robert Asprin

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She’s too in poor health to be moved,” Masha stated. “I beg you to come back. ” Nadeesh was once adamant, yet he did provide her a few powders which she may use to chill the child’s fever. She thanked him audibly and cursed him silently. at the long ago, whereas just a block from her residence, she heard a surprising thud of footsteps at the back of her. She jumped to at least one aspect and whirled, drawing her dagger whilst. there has been no moon, and the closest gentle was once from oil lamps shining via a few iron barred home windows within the moment tale above her. through its faintness she observed a gloomy bulk. It was once robed and hooded, a guy by way of its tallness. Then she heard a low hoarse curse and knew it was once a guy. He had idea to snatch or strike her from at the back of, yet Masha’s unforeseen jump had stored her. Momentarily, at the least. Now the guy rushed her, and she or he glimpsed whatever lengthy and darkish in his uplifted hand. A membership. rather than status there frozen with worry or attempting to run away, she crouched low and charged him. That took him unexpectedly. sooner than he may perhaps recuperate, he used to be struck within the throat along with her blade. nonetheless, his physique knocked her down, and he fell difficult upon her. For a second, the breath was once knocked out of her. She used to be helpless, and whilst one other bulk loomed above her, she knew that she had no probability. the second one guy, additionally robed and hooded, lifted a membership to carry it down on her uncovered head. Writhing, pinned down through the corpse, Masha may possibly do not anything yet watch for the blow. She notion in brief of little Kheem, after which she observed the fellow drop the membership. And he used to be down on his knees, nonetheless gripping no matter what it used to be that had closed off his breath. A second later, he used to be face down within the dry airborne dirt and dust, lifeless or subconscious. the fellow status over the second one attacker was once brief and huge and in addition robed and hooded. He placed anything in his pocket, most likely the wire he’d used to strangle, her attacker, and he approached her carefully. His arms looked to be empty, notwithstanding. “Masha? ” he stated softly. by way of then she’d recovered her wind. She wriggled out from lower than the lifeless guy, jerked the dagger from the windpipe, and began to wake up. the guy acknowledged, in a overseas accessory, “You can positioned your knife away, my pricey. I didn’t prevent simply to kill you. ” “I thanks, stranger,” she acknowledged, “but retain your distance besides. ” regardless of the caution, he took steps in the direction of her. Then she knew who he used to be. not anyone else in Sanctuary stank so of rancid butter. “Smhee,” she stated, both softly. He chuckled. “I understand you can’t see my face. So, although it’s opposed to my spiritual convictions, i'm going to need to take a tub and give up smearing my physique and hair with butter. i'm as silent as a shadow, yet what solid is that expertise whilst a person can scent me a block away? ” conserving her eyes on him, she stopped and wiped clean her dagger at the useless man’s gown. “Are you the single who’s been following me? ” she acknowledged. She straightened up. He hissed with shock, then acknowledged, “You observed me? ” “No. yet I knew somebody used to be dogging me. ” “Ah! you've gotten a 6th experience. Or a responsible sense of right and wrong. Come! Let’s break out prior to anyone comes alongside.

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