![]() She had no idea what would happen to it, or to all the heirloom jewelry in the downstairs safe, or to the photographs, taken so long ago they were collector's items to most people but to her represented family, people she was connected to through blood, common features, and passionate dreams. Ekaterina would never get the chance to do that. Her mother had called it the nursing chair because so many women had sat in it, nursing their babies. The rocking chair in the corner had rocked generations of Maakestads. The quilt, folded at the bottom, waiting for someone to pull it up for warmth, had been made by her great-great-grandmother, a woman she dimly remembered. She had made the bed that morning as if nothing were wrong. ![]() Ekaterina Maakestad stood in the bedroom of her Queen Anne home, the vintage Victorian houses of San Francisco's oldest section visible through her windows, and clutched her hands together. ![]() 1 «^» She had to leave everything behind. ![]() The Disappeared, by Kristine Kathryn Rusch.The Disappeared A Retrieval Artist Novel Kristine Kathryn Rusch Year: 2002 For Spike, with love alwaysĪcknowledgments I owe a lot of gratitude to Stan Schmidt for his comments on The Retrieval Artist, the novella that got this series started to Laura Anne Gilman for believing in the series and for her insightful suggestions to Merrilee Heifetz for all her help on everything and to my husband, Dean Wesley Smith, who always seems to know which stories are going to capture my heart. ![]()
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