I guess I should have expected it. But sadness clung to all three of us, slowing our steps, making us inattentive. Not like it mattered, really, but I would have liked to have known my life was in danger.

Normal state of affairs, so it served me right.

Twenty or so masked attackers appeared on the train, our car conveniently emptying of riders as the last of the suns went down and night took the city, bathed in the soft pink glow of many moons. I rose to my feet from ...