Hellflower

Somebody had nailed Moke Rahone to his Desk. . . .Moke Rahone’d been human, and someone had butchered him open. It was dainty-like. Real bodysnatcher work, done with something sharp—something that didn’t burn like a pocket laser or chew up the meat like a vibro.And there was one other thing. It was sticking up out of Rahone’s insides and it hadn’t been part of his original manifest. It might tell ...