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Justina Robson

The Dunamai Memorial Collection This ebook is part of a collection to honor
the memory of Hugh ‘Dunamai’ Miller who passed away on the evening of
January 19th, 2006.

Dunamai was an incredible asset to the ebook community, literally converting
books to ebooks by hand like a modern day clerical monk when he had to. He
was the Knight of the Obscure Book and a better champion could not be found.
They don't make them much better than this man.

If you are lucky in your life you might meet a handful of really 'good' people. If
you knew Dunamai, then you were lucky in meeting just such a person. He was
a very special man who had time for everyone and asked nothing of anyone. He
also had a smile and a kind word for you anytime you needed one.

Dunamai was one of the nicest, helpful and easygoing people you could meet

“For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and melt into the sun. And
what is it to cease breathing but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it
may rise and expand and seek god unencumbered. Only when you drink from
the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the
mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your
limbs, then you shall truly dance.”

I'm sure Dun is dancing today. He was a star on earth, and will be a star in

We grieve the loss of an important member of the ebook community. We will
remember you forever, dear friend.

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case they asked him where his Tab was, though

Stuffies rarely had a problem. One minute he was walking beside me, the next-
gone. On the way back

I'd even thought through it a bit and figured that maybe he and Francine wouldn't
be here at all; done a flit in case the Port decided to investigate the Winter Palace
more thoroughly because of my state. They're bastards like that in Immigration.
Now I thought of other reasons.

But Mandy didn't or couldn't say. He bowed his head like he couldn't meet my
eye anymore and let me go. I ran up the steps two at a time. Hyperion lay in the
hall outside our doors and he got up when he saw me and barred the way into
Jalaeka's apartment.

"What?" I said to him.

"Theo came," he said simply on audio channel broadcasting to my Tab so I
didn't have to struggle with his clumsy attempts at ordinary speech. "Attacked

I dropped my bag and my already-overreacting body, high on fear, went dead
with shock.


Where is she? Is she . . ."

He stared at me. "She . . . You must wait."

I went inside my own room in a daze and shut the door. As it clicked closed with
a sound I'd known for over three years I heard the lock say-not-say, "Ktikt."

Something in my mind reacted instantly. It was the name of a god. Ktikt:
goddess of the seconds and lives that pass without being noticed.

She must have a billion of those things, I thought, searching frantically for
alcohol. There was whiskey, half a bottle. I unscrewed the cap and took a drink
out of the neck. After three or four more I felt improved.

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Rita frowned at him. "No, I can see that."

"Skuld?" I asked him hopefully. "Damien?"

"I don't know." He grinned. "Isn't that fantastic? I don't know! I'd have to really,
really try to find out!"

"So, you know, is Jalaeka back?" I looked past him, towards the boardwalk.

"Francie." Greg caught my arm. His face went very serious.

"What?" I thought I didn't want to hear this.

"Did you let him go?"

"Of course I did. I mean, I got your letter but then he was talking to me and I
thought I didn't have to . . .


"I think that Greg's trying to point out that he isn't here," Rita said in a voice
carefully balanced to be diplomatic, although it ended on a rising tone that
suggested she was trying to break the bad news to me.

I saw her look right through me, suppressing a smile.

Two gentle hands covered my eyes. "Gotcha. Guess who?"

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