Chapter oneOne of the best ways to survive on Kregen is to know at all times exactly what is going on behind your back. The cat-man, his whiskery face distorted with rage, turned towards his adversary and exchanged blows, but apparently forgot in the heat of battle this essential habit that makes for an unabbreviated life.
As the airboat swayed in the sky, a hulking fellow stormed up behind the Fristle and clubbed him over the head. The Fristle let out a short, surprised, pained cry, and fell helplessly out of the lifter.
His two attackers leaned over the rail to watch him fall.
The Fristle was clinging on with one hand, his whiskery face contorted with pain and fear.
“No, doms!” he shouted. “It was all a misunderstanding!”
They laughed. They were Rapas, with heads that bore a close r
