The Daughters of Nightsong. V. J. Banis

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      BORGO PRESS BOOKS BY VICTOR J. BANIS

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      Color Him Gay: That Man from C.A.M.P.

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      The Daughters of Nightsong: An Historical Novel (Nightsong Saga #2)

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      Drag Thing; or, The Strange Tale of Jackle and Hyde

      The Earth and All It Holds: An Historical Novel

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      Fatal Flowers: A Novel of Horror

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      The Wolves of Craywood: A Novel of Terror

      COPYRIGHT INFORMATION

      Copyright © 1981 by Ben All, Inc.

      Copyright © 2012 by V. J. Banis

      Originally published under the title, The Moonsong Chronicles, under the pen name Jessica Stuart

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      Published by Wildside Press LLC

      www.wildsidebooks.com

      DEDICATION

      I am deeply indebted to my friend, Heather, for all the help she has given me in getting these early works of mine reissued.

      And I am grateful as well to Rob Reginald, for all his assistance and support.

      PART ONE

      CHAPTER ONE

      She was young and painfully beautiful, her sleek black hair flying behind her and her face—normally an opalescent tint of ochre—reddened to the blush of a peach from running.

      “Is he here yet?” she cried, in a single gasp of breath as she burst into the tea shop.

      The woman behind the counter wrestled with a tray of tea cakes shimmering behind a veil of steam. “I will be with you in a minute, please,” she said.

      “Ohhh!” It was a wail of anguish. “Su Lin!”

      The tray slid neatly into a glass fronted case, and Su Lin looked up, mock surprise unable to hide a mischievous glint in her eyes.

      “Ah, it is you,” Su Lin said, smiling rather too broadly for mere workaday greeting.

      “Hasn’t he come?” the girl asked, alternating anxious glances at Grant Avenue outside, the main thoroughfare of San Francisco’s Chinatown, with looks of desperate pleading, a frantic ransom flung down before Su Lin.

      It was more than the tea shop owner could bear; the hand she brought to her mouth was inadequate to stifle an impertinent giggle.

      “Is he here?” April demanded, finishing the question on an ascending squeal as Su Lin nodded and darted her eyes in the direction of the curtained doorway that led to the rear of the shop.

      April dashed toward the doorway, but she paused just in front of it, for a final nervous glance at the street—even if she hadn’t been followed, one never knew who might just wander by at an inopportune moment—before she went through the curtain.

      “David,” she cried. The young man had leapt up, rather too quickly, from the chair in which he had been seated. Its falling provided a crescendo to her cry as she threw herself into his arms.

      “Darling,” he sighed, when words were once again possible, “My darling April.”

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      It was so difficult for them, these two young people in love, belonging to warring clans. “Like Romeo and Juliet,” she was fond of saying, and he would smile a trifle sadly, because he knew she had never read the conclusion to that bittersweet СКАЧАТЬ