s eyes were bright, but dead.
"That cant be natural," he said.
"I was cursed. "
"The bastard lover you talked about?"
She nodded. "Its a story I dont feel like telling right now. " Shrike drank more wine and lay back on the bed. "Ive answered enough questions for now. Tell me about you, Spyder Lee. "
"Im a Leo. I like wine and focaccia, Seventies Kraut-rock, and I dig chicks with their own swords. " Spyder lay down next to Shrike and kissed her hand. She let him, he noted, but a moment later she put her hand on his chest to keep him from going any further.
"Slow down, pony boy. "
"Sorry," he said. "To answer something you asked earlier, Im not Spider Clan. Or, Hell, maybe I am. My father loved cars and he loved James Dean. Im named for the model of Porsche Dean raced. Its also the car that killed him. "
Shrike laughed. "Youre named for a dead mans car?"
"I think the saddest day of my fathers life was when I saw my first James Dean movie and only thought it was okay. "
"What did he do?"
"Nothing. We already had some problems, then he just sort of lost interest in me. He wasnt mean or anything. We just didnt ever talk much after that. I think I broke some kind of sacred bond I didnt even know was supposed to be there. It was his own fault. He took me to see Journey Into Fear. The old man had James Dean, but on my planet, Orson Welles was the man to be. "
"Ive heard of him. Tell me more. "
"Citizen Kanes still the greatest movie ever made. People dont even know that its a pure special effects flick. It all looks so real, so natural. You never stop believing youre
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