"'An unsubtle invitation,' Mara thought. If a woman of Vedar had spokento Marar that way, she would be have instantly become an object of hiscontempt... On Terra, though, people could understand nothing if it werenot presented blatantly or coarsely.Mara flashed another smile, remembering the last Vedaran lady, infatuatedand sex-besotted, who had actually begged Marar to make her his slave.He had ordered her to strip, and then had taken her swiftly, demandingly.Afterwards, over the next couple. “I think it is not bees, Leana, but I still cannot think what could be causing it. Leana looked at her with renewed interest. “Yes,” she continued in their shared mind-speak, “I have dreamed this as well. A row of huts as if built for giants, and from them comes a humming sound like the deep sounds from Aard’s flute, only lower. At times I can barely hear it, but then it grows louder, until it drowns out all other sound.”“And it seems to be drawing you to it.” They all turned to Jord in. "Don't forget to call," cooed Primrose's grandmother just before the door slammed behind him."Your latest?" asked Primrose."Isn't he sweet?" said her grandmother. "A widower. You meet more and more of those as you get older. We were comparing photos. His wife was quite the lady when she was alive." I'm sure she was," said Primrose. "Shall I make us a coffee?" Yes, do," said her grandmother who awkwardly staggered to her feet and tidied away the photo albums. "That's a nice tablet you've got. Is. Whee! So I studied on the computer. Ooo ... what I found was wet. Baggies ... ziplock baggies ... diatomaceous earth and aluminum cigar tubes ... I rolled my own.”“You know about explosives?”“I have tried,” she said. I gave a little shake. She stopped.“Listen ... I need you to humor me on this,” I said. “I’m going to close my eyes and listen ... but I can’t look at you.”“Ok, I have tried to explain this to adults time and time again ... I’m not just me ... I know everything my ancestors know..