
Somebody had nailed Moke Rahone to his Desk. . . . Moke Rahone'd been human, and someone had butchered him open. It was dainty-like. Real bodysnatcher work, done with something sharp--something that didn't burn like a pocket laser or chew up the meat like a vibro. And there was...

Somebody had nailed Moke Rahone to his Desk. . . .Moke Rahone'd been human, and someone had butchered him open. It was dainty-like. Real bodysnatcher work, done with something sharp-something that didn't burn like a pocket laser or chew up the meat like a vibro. And...