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eBook Category: Science Fiction
eBook Description: A young musician on the romantic rebound teams up with a dangerous-looking time traveler to prevent a tragedy at Niagara Falls.

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: SciFiction, ed. Ellen Datlow, 2006
Fictionwise Release Date: July 2007

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Words: 14572
Reading time: 41-58 min.
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Jayne gags. She can never take aspirin with anything but beer, but pain and traveling had made her forget. She'd washed them back with water, and now her throat's burning, lined with gunk. And she's dying--she hasn't had a headache so brutal since she got rid of Hex. Him and his aftershave both.

Hex, she thinks, alias Migraine Man.

Might be a song in that.

Eyes blurring, she fumbles for her tour jacket and staggers down to the hotel courtyard. Past the fake tropical greenery and the pool--the chlorine makes her head worse--she squeezes through the back gate. It's dusk, and the cold cuts at her temples like a bone saw, a buzz powered by the drone of Niagara Falls.

Across the alley is the bar where her band is playing. The place--The Wedding Knight, it's called--is okay, Jayne thinks. It has hardwood fixtures and a high ceiling, which make for great acoustics, and a massive window pointed straight at the Falls, just in case you forget where you are. The decor is pubby: dark furniture and dim lighting, banners and stained glass with scenes of knights rescuing damsels. No swords on the walls, though, and only one suit of armor: by Niagara standards, the Knight is pretty restrained. Kim bitches about the size of the stage, but it's fine, really. They've played bandstands the size of sanitary napkins.

The door creaks as Jayne pitches inside. Smoky air mauls her, but then she sees the beer she needs, sparkling on the bar like an engagement ring.

"Set me up with one of those, Gerry?" Her voice is gargly.

"I think this one is for you, Sho--from Romeo here." The owner, Gerry, looks ill. He jerks a thumb at the only customer.

The man is slumped over a newspaper, in a pose that reminds her of first grade, Teacher making them put their heads down when they got hyper. They didn't build them like this guy in school, though: nice muscles, gorgeous curly hair, olive skin.

"Beer's yours." Quiet words seep from beneath the black curls.