I have naught against Landers, except that they’ve overrun the dry world and now believe they can take over the great waters that surround it. They never will, but I bear them no ill will for trying. The waters are seductive. Even Landers realize their allure. I’ve worked among Landers, protected them, made friends with them, been a lover to more of their women than they’d like to count, and listened patiently as they’ve told me their version of the ancient history they assume all humankind shares. Which, of course, ’tis woefully ignorant of my kind. So be it. If Landers will just stay out of my way, I won’t be forced to hurt them. Or any Mers, either. * * * * “Stop there, Colonel McEvers.” I got stares. Hard ones. Standing on the steel and concrete dock of the UniWorld compound, with a cold morning wind making everyone but me shiver, I should have sensed trouble. I should never have set a foot inside the electrified gate. But a hearse waited in the parking area; I was ready to tend Tara’s corpse.
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