Dagger

Usage examples of skeen.

She dragged Skeen and Rostico Burn back into the shelter, came loping out a big cat, the combox in her mouth, and raced off into the darkness.

Pegwai and the other Aggitj rolled from their blankets and leaped to stand in a circle about the Boy, Skeen on her feet, darter out.

Skeen set the darter for bursts, rose to her feet and put a burst in each of them, part of the burst hitting them in the faces.

She held out the belt, took back the darter for a moment while Skeen buckled it on.

Sitting somewhere with an unobstructed view of Angelsin: Skeen or Timka or Pegwai, depending on whose watch it is, armed with the darter, alert, ready to down the Funor woman the moment she gives them half an excuse.

Skeen had her flute out and a lacertilian named Wolfman Leonard was beating a hard fast rhythm on the bottom of an icebucket.

The breathing suggested Mallat was in her bed, but there was no way Skeen could tell without climbing up and looking.

Skeen to face the young thugs, four Funor shorthorns with their cowls gathered in folds about thick necks, their hair in tight brindle curls, their faces blunt, flat, doughy, the features etched into the dough as with a blunt stick, nostrils fiat slits, eyes thumbed deep and dull, mouths shapeless holes.

Skeen started up the scrawl of the scratchback, moving rapidly, knowing there was nothing waiting for her, but eager to see that nothing for herself.

Timka flew the extra distance around the end of the lake where the slope and windspeed both were gentler, circled round behind the ridge and finally dropped beside Skeen, cawing a warning before she settled.

Skeen knew what to expect, she'd done some testing on the way here, so she watched with knowing gloom as the gauge line shortened.

As the days pass, Timka begins to think they are in such a period, that the Kalakal Ravvayad have exhausted their resources for the moment with that abortive attack in Sikuro, that Telka has wasted her last out-Mountain resources with the gunja defeat and will wait for Skeen and Timka to come to her.

She drove as close as she could, translated to realspace, spat like a melon seed from the insplit, body straining, her passengers pasted into their chairs (she spared a fraction of herself to tend the chairs and keep her internal symbiote Skeen reasonably intact).

THE TRIP WAS UNCOMFORTABLE, OF COURSE, IT WAS AN OPEN BOAT, THEY GOT WET AND STAYED WET, GOT COLD AND STAYED COLD, ATE TOUGH LEATHERY POCKET BREAD, CHEESE AND DRIED MEAT, DRANK FROM THE RIVER (NOT SKEEN, SHE WAS BLUNT ABOUT HER DISLIKE OF THE THOUGHT) AND A BARREL OF ALE FROM NOSSIK'S CELLARS.

Skeen leaned forward, scowled at the tape he was pulling through broad fingers.