Serializations of the Hitherby Dragons novels

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“Grenade,” says Jane, scattering diamonds, Weimar currency, dinosaur teeth, and highly dangerous nanotechnology all over the floor of the bank deposit vault. “Grenade. Grenades!”

The bank receptionist, who has just worked herself up to the notion that she can probably take on a single under-aged girl-shaped entity even without a security guard’s help and burst into the deposit room hears that, shrieks, and resolves on the instant to give her two weeks’ notice.



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