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eBook Category: Fantasy
eBook Description: Keighley's life has turned into a B horror movie: her kitchen is changing before her eyes, so is her personality, and she's witnessed a murder that won't take place for another ten years. And her cat sees it too....

eBook Publisher: Marion Zimmer Bradley Literary Works Trust, Published: Marion Zimmer Bradley's Fantasy Magazine #40, 1998
Fictionwise Release Date: December 2007

This eBook is part of the following series:

• Dorothy J. Heydt's Keighley Bracton Series

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The window rattled. Then the whole house rattled, and Keighley came back from distant lands to feel the chair shaking under her. She wrote and quit her file and logged out, slid under the desk and grabbed the CPU like a life raft or a straying toddler. One hand crept up to the power switch. The disk drive chattered and fell silent and she threw the switch, while the rattling and rumbling swelled to fortissimo and far down the hillside somebody screamed. The cat Rhadamanthos stood in the center of the room, the floor unsteady under his feet, dancing a little dance with the Earth Mother and snarling as if he'd been caught in a rainstorm.

And then it was over, at least for the moment. A lemonade glass on the desk's edge tottered and fell with a belated crash. Something echoed it from the kitchen. Ye gods, the cleaning up I'm going to have--

Rhadamanthos got his feet under him and ran for the kitchen where the cat door was, Keighley in hot pursuit. "No, no, cat, you don't want out just now. Well, maybe you do, but you're not going." She'd have to put him in the carrier till he calmed down, or things did. She put a hand to the swinging door and took the long step inward that planted her right foot squarely in front of the catflap.

A whole world turned red and yellow, and she thought Fire!--

and it was gone. Her kitchen looked the same as always, enameled white, muslin curtains blowing at the window, the pine table and chairs scattered across the floor. All the clean dishes from lunch had fallen from the drainer to ruin on the floor, but the cupboard latches had held. Keighley let herself fold up onto the floor, reached behind her to throw the latch on the catflap, and tried to remember. For just a moment, instead of the kitchen, she had seen--No, it had been the same kitchen, but painted tomato red and mustard yellow like a fast-food joint. The sink had been in the same place, but instead of the big wood stove there had been--she looked at the image again, a single frame in the mind's archive--well, a console of some kind with a huge TV screen in it and God knew what else. And the pine table gone, and somebody standing at the other end of the room.