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eBook Category: Fantasy/Mystery/Crime
eBook Description: A murder has been commited in the Otherworld, and the culprit will escape if Safari Guide MaCallan Arish and her partner, Registerd Witch Tanil Alana, cannot uncover the plot in time.

eBook Publisher: Marion Zimmer Bradley Literary Works Trust, Published: Sword and Sorceress 14, 1997
Fictionwise Release Date: March 2006

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Words: 6217
Reading time: 17-24 min.
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This was only my sixth safari in the Otherworld, and I was glad it seemed normal, for a change. Whatever "normal" means in this place. It looked like a savannah, with short dark trees vaguely like parasols and wispy grass the color of straw. We were under a sky that had a vague pinkish tint at midday and more purple at night than my eyes were used to. From our hillside vantage point we could scan the grassland for quite a way. The wildlife looked familiar. On the horizon a herd of something that looked like wild cattle grazed near a stand of trees that would provide shade from the midday sun. The span of horns on the cows was good, and easily as wide as I was tall, although that's not saying much. The bulls, which were not in evidence and might be solitary at this time of year, would go even better.

The only difference between what I could see in the distance and the herds of wild cattle on the plains back home was the color. These were black. Not the black of my cat back home, named Shadow, for obvious reasons. These were black, so black they seemed to drink in light. So black that detail was hard to make out. Black, the color of death. Which is what they were.

Don't ask me for the theoretical details. As part of my training for my new career I'd sat through a series of lectures on the theory of Otherworld ecology, geology, meteorology, and assorted other -ologies at the University of the Arcana at Dienni. Death lived, in physical, you-can-touch-it, it-can-touch-you form in this strange new ground.

Along with a host of other new things, all of them seemingly hostile or hungry, or both.