Long strawberry blond hair piled up incurls held in place by a white feathered band. Pillow soft strawberrycolored lips. The nose a bit too big but ...ot that detracting, archedbrows, smoky eyelids and large golden hoop pierced earlobes stared backat me.What the mirrors didn't show was my attire. I was wearing a whitecrystal beaded square necked leotard with spaghetti straps with powderpink tights. Around the waist flared a stiff pink and lavender tutu andwhite satin en pointe ballerina. You look at me, I'm maybe not as tall as you, but I am built like a brick shithouse, big shoulders, big arm muscles, big hands, and a face that tells you I have lived a life....the wheel is changed quickly.....I walk back to my truck leaving you to stow away the jack and the flat in your car, you mumble about cleaning your hands, I dont even turn round to acknowledge that you've spoken.Climbing into my cab, I see your wife has made herself at home, removed her coat and her shoes and has helped. Within what they thought of as their home, they were almost completely helpless in the face of something hostile which could not be coerced. In the end, hundreds of thousands of them died where they stood, unable to comprehend a being who was neither slave or master. Being neither slave or master, the Furies became their doom.We were glad at last when we were able to return the remainder of them to the planet of the Wood Wise, untainted in their pure, mindless vegetable hunger.With the ships. ”“The man you were working with that night—what’s his name? Where is he from?”Katrin couldn’t lie about everything, since Corec had told her that the constabulary knew she and Felix had arrived on the same ship. But Felix was still her uncle—she didn’t want to lead them right to him. “Felix, I think. That’s the name he gave me, anyway. He found me playing the harp and singing, and offered to teach me to play the gittern, but only if I came here—I thought he was from Tyrsall, and that’s why he.