Black On Black
He Preferred Humans
Rescued from a slave market by a human trader and raised as his son,
one question has haunted Heyoka Blackeagle through the years: who -- and
what -- is he? He feels human, indeed he feels like a somewhat alienated
member of his father's tribe. So what if he is seven feet tall, furry,
and equipped with retractable claws?
Human is as human does....Right?
Cover art by Patrick Turner
This is a work of fiction. All the characters and
events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to real
people or incidents is purely coincidental.
First printing, January 1999
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Copyright © 1999 by K. D. Wentworth
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who listened to my stories
long before anyone else
"Black/on/black!" All around him, the chant began again, softly at first, then louder, building into a ear-splitting litany he could not shout down. "Black/on/black!"
Heyoka stared at the people he had crossed a galaxy to find. The fire of fanaticism was written across their furred faces. He wanted them to stand with him because they understood the danger, not because of a chance-generated genetic combination that made him resemble an old legend.
But moments before, they had been ready to tear out his throat because he was born of Levv. Now that they had caught him up high on the wave of their expectations, they were his because he had taken command in the only way they understood.
A few feet away, Nisk lifted his gaze from the charred form of the priest, speaking to Heyoka with searing ebony eyes: the Black/on/black was a weapon forged to their own hands. If he would be what they expected, the Hrinn would follow him and fight the Flek with every life and resource they possessed. But if he insisted on being merely Heyoka Blackeagle, an outcast Levv male, he would share Levv's, as well as Anktan's, death.
He threw back his head, and with a roar that shook him down to the depths of his soul, thrust his fist high into the air.