This one had come to me, though, picked me out. I thought she was trouble from the start. I don’t read minds and I can’t see the future, but call it instinct or experience, something was prickling my spine.You could call it something else, if you wanted: adolescence, hormones, lust. Being seventeen. That doesn’t go away, however long you practice.”Hullo,” I said politely, warily.She was long and slim and very neatly put together, dark hair tumbling over denim, old worn black jacket and jeans that somehow hadn’t faded into grey. They probably didn’t dare. Right from the start I saw a focus in her, a determination that must go all the way through, like the writing in a stick of Brighton rock. In another world, another lifetime, I thought she’d have raven-feathers in her hair, a bear’s tooth on a thong about her. She’d be the village shaman, talking to spirits, and even the headman would be afraid of her, a little…Seventeen, I told you. She was devastating to me, she was sitting at my table, and I couldn’t afford her. Not for a minute.If I’d stood up, if I’d left, if I’d run away…Nah. She would just have come after me. Faster, fitter, and on longer legs. What chance did I ever have?
This one had come to me, though, picked me out. I thought she was trouble from the start. I don’t read minds and I can’t see the future, but call it instinct or experience, something was prickling my spine.You could call it something else, if you wanted: adolescence, hormones, lust. Being seventeen. That doesn’t go away, however long you practice.”Hullo,” I said politely, warily.She was long and slim and very neatly put together, dark hair tumbling over denim, old worn black jacket and jeans that somehow hadn’t faded into grey. They probably didn’t dare. Right from the start I saw a focus in her, a determination that must go all the way through, like the writing in a stick of Brighton rock. In another world, another lifetime, I thought she’d have raven-feathers in her hair, a bear’s tooth on a thong about her. She’d be the village shaman, talking to spirits, and even the headman would be afraid of her, a little…Seventeen, I told you. She was devastating to me, she was sitting at my table, and I couldn’t afford her. Not for a minute.If I’d stood up, if I’d left, if I’d run away…Nah. She would just have come after me. Faster, fitter, and on longer legs. What chance did I ever have?
