"You and Tusk better watch how you treat me from now on," XJ continued smugly. "I hear my true vocation calling me. The smell of the greasepaint, the roar of the crowd. Cybernetics Theater ..."
"All illusion," Dion murmured. Reaching out, his hands closed over the cold crystal of the bomb, this ultimate weapon. He might hurt someone with it . . . if he threw it at them hard enough.
Congratulations, my liege. You passed.
He smiled. Not entirely illusion.
I am king.
Acknowledgments
Once again, thanks to Gary Pack, weapons genius, who designed the space-rotation bomb and the Judas gun. (Due to recent unfortunate developments involving his employer, Snaga Ohme, Mr. Pack is currently seeking gainful employment and would be glad to hear from anyone interested in blowing up neighboring planets.)
Thanks again to John Hefter, brother in the outlawed Order of Adamant, for assistance on the Latin translations.
My love to Roger Moore, Georgia Moore, Michael Williams, Mark and Jamie Acres, and my son David Baldwin and daughter Elizabeth who together created Raoul and the Little One and nearly got me tossed out of a PTA meeting!
The Guardians' March is better known in this century as To the Unknown Man," written and performed by Vangelis on his album Spiral, 1977, RCA.
About the Author
Born in Independence, Missouri, Margaret Weis graduated from the University of Missouri and worked as a book editor before teaming up with Tracy Hickman to develop the Dragonlance novels. Margaret lives in a renovated barn in Wisconsin with her teen-aged daughter, Elizabeth Baldwin, and two dogs and one cat. She enjoys reading (especially Charles Dickens), opera, and aqua-aerobics.
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