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    Black Scales White Fur
    Black Scales White Fur
    Black Scales White Fur
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    Black Scales White Fur

    By Kylie Chan

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    The Demon King's harem is a dangerous place, with the Snake Mothers constantly battling for prizes and promotion. But the smallest Snake Mother doesn't want to play the cruel games; she just wants to create beautiful works of art. After a chance meeting with the Celestial Emperor of the West, the White Tiger, she quietly plots to escape Hell and find freedom - and perhaps even love.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherKylie Chan
    Release dateJun 12, 2013
    ISBN9781301202652
    Black Scales White Fur
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    Kylie Chan

    Kylie Chan is the best-selling author of the Dark Heavens, Journey to Wudang and Celestial Battle trilogies, which tell the story of Emma, an ordinary Australian woman thrown into the world of Chinese Gods, martial arts, and magic. She lives in Brisbane with her two children.

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      Black Scales White Fur - Kylie Chan

      Black Scales White Fur

      Kylie Chan

      www.kyliechan.com

      Copyright © 2013 Kylie Chan

      Smashwords Edition

      Cover design by Madeleine Chan

      Other Books by Kylie Chan

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      White Tiger

      Red Phoenix

      Blue Dragon

      Journey to Wudang

      Earth to Hell

      Hell to Heaven

      Heaven to Wudang

      Celestial Battle

      Dark Serpent

      Dark Turtle

      Black Xuan Wu

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      Black Scales White Fur

      One Three Seven looked around the restaurant, her eyes wide. The man in the suit gave her a list of the food available, and then walked away. She stared at the list, uncomprehending.

      ‘I don’t know what any of this is,’ she said.

      ‘What, is this your first time with human food?’ Eighty-Five said. She waved the list. ‘That was a waiter, a paid servant. This is a menu. It lists all the human food they serve, and how much it costs in human money.’

      One Three Seven nodded, intimidated. Nothing on the menu looked remotely familiar, except of course the eggs, which were served somehow sandwiched with other stuff she didn’t recognise but could probably remove. She relaxed and glanced up at Thirty-Nine. ‘They have eggs. I’ll have that.’

      ‘Bird eggs,’ Eighty-Five said with glee. ‘And they heat them first. Absolutely nothing like what you’ll find back home.’ She leaned over the top of the menu to smile at One Three Seven. ‘Anyone would think you’ve never been topside before. Surely you were up here before you were promoted?’

      One Three Seven shook her head. ‘I was a small one, in the Pits, and the King saw me. He liked my human form and promoted me.’

      The waiter came back.

      Eighty-Five ordered the sandwiched egg thing. ‘But no egg,’ she said sternly to the waiter. ‘If you put egg on it …’ She dropped her voice with malice. ‘I will rip your throat out, little man. No egg.’

      The waiter didn’t flinch at the threat, showing remarkable courage. ‘Ma’am.’

      ‘Hainan chicken,’ Thirty-Nine said.

      The waiter looked at One Three Seven and she frantically scoured the menu for something remotely familiar.

      ‘Side orders,’ One Three Seven finally said, desperately saying the first thing she saw.

      The waiter stood looking at her with pointed patience.

      ‘She’ll have the same thing as me,’ Eighty-Five said, and folded her menu up. She handed it to the waiter. ‘With egg.’

      ‘Ma’am,’ the waiter said, and reached towards One Three Seven. It took her a moment to work it out, then she handed him the menu. He bowed to everybody and left.

      The minute he was gone Eighty-Five and Thirty-Nine howled with laughter.

      ‘Side orders,’ Thirty-Nine said, mimicking One Three Seven’s panic.

      ‘I don’t know what human food is,’ Eighty-Five said.

      ‘Well, I don’t,’ One Three Seven said, stung.

      The other two Mothers continued to chuckle. Another waiter came and filled up their glasses with iced water.

      ‘So what were you doing in the Pits before you were promoted?’ Eighty-Five said.

      One Three Seven shrugged. ‘Just roasting people. You know. Hell of the Red-Hot Grates. It was boring. Then the King came past, liked my human form …’ She raised her hand. ‘And here I am, promoted to the Nests. I never intended to be a favourite. I just kept my head down, but he saw my human form.’

      ‘Who designed your human form?’ Eighty-Five said with interest. ‘Do you think they’d do one for me?

      Thirty-Nine nodded, leaning forward. ‘It’s rather good.’

      Suddenly One Three Seven knew why they’d offered to show her topside.

      ‘I did,’ One Three Seven said.

      Both of the Mothers leaned back, incredulous.

      ‘How old are you?’ Thirty-Nine said.

      ‘Two hundred and fifteen.’

      ‘You’re just a child. And you designed your own form? You did …’ Thirty-Nine waved her hand up and down to indicate One Three Seven’s shape. ‘This?’

      One Three Seven allowed a small amount of pride to fill her voice. ‘All my own work.’

      ‘Can you do one for me?’ Eighty-Five said.

      ‘Shut up, she’s doing one for me first,’ Thirty-Nine said. ‘I have precedence.’

      ‘I’ll be happy to do them for both of you, in return for your protection.’

      ‘Oh, that’s asking a lot,’ Thirty-Nine said. ‘What if I suddenly decide I don’t like you?’

      ‘Won’t happen, because you’ve never liked anybody in the first place,’ Eighty-Five said.

      ‘Good point,’ Thirty-Nine said. ‘I want yours. Make yourself a new one.’

      ‘You don’t want me to tailor one for you?’

      ‘No. Give me yours. Now.’

      ‘The waiter will think you’re the clueless dumb bitch who ordered side orders,’ Eighty-Five said with amusement.

      ‘Good point. When we’re home, I’m taking it,’ Thirty-Nine said with satisfaction.

      ‘Of course, ma’am. And you’ll provide me with protection.’

      ‘If I feel like it.’

      ‘Or I’ll make a better one for Eighty-Five,’ One Three Seven said.

      Eighty-Five grinned. Thirty-Nine appeared irritated, then gave in. ‘All right. I’ll give you protection, but if I see you do a better human form for someone else, I’m taking it.’

      ‘As long as it doesn’t belong to a Mother who’s more senior than you, I see no problem with that,’ One Three Seven said.

      ‘Another good point,’ Eighty-Five said. ‘Ah, the food’s here. Now we can watch the little one’s face when she eats her first human food.’

      ‘It smells weird,’ One Three Seven said suspiciously as the waiter placed the plates on the table in front of them.

      The waiter glared at her.

      ‘Don’t worry about her, she’s retarded,’ Eighty-Five said. ‘Pretty, but no brains at all.’

      The waiter looked at One Three Seven again, then shrugged and went away.

      One Three Seven watched as Eighty-Five picked up the food with her hands and bit into it, then put it back on the plate. Thirty-Nine used chopsticks – One Three Seven had seen these before – to pick up a piece of white stuff and dip it into a liquid, then eat it.

      One Three Seven picked up her own food, bit into it, then dropped it again and almost choked as the marvellous flavours filled her mouth. There were different textures, as well: crunchy stuff, and smooth stuff, and rough stuff – but the flavours were nearly overwhelming. She chewed carefully, enjoying the sensation of the food turning to mush in her mouth, then swallowed. She quickly picked the food up again and ate three more bites.

      ‘This is so good!’ she said through the food.

      ‘It’s called a club sandwich, and believe it or not, humans consider it ordinary and boring food,’ Eighty-Five said. ‘Later in the evening they have another meal called dinner, and they have more complex food then.’

      ‘Can we stay for that too?’ One Three Seven said, finishing the first half of the food and grabbing the other half.

      ‘Stop rushing, you’re attracting attention; humans eat their food slower. No. We have eight hours, ten at most, then we have to go home. That’s the agreement that the King made with the …’ she sneered. ‘The Celestials.’

      ‘Don’t worry, there’s much more to up top than just food,’ Thirty-Nine said. ‘After this we’ll give you tea, and coffee, and cake. That stuff is truly amazing. Then we’ll go shopping for clothes.’

      ‘This is all too much,’ One Three Seven said, then grinned hugely, her mouth full of the wonderful food. ‘It’s worth risking the Nest demons to have this!’

      ‘That’s why everybody wants to be a Mother,’ Thirty-Nine said. ‘And you’re a Nest demon yourself, now.’

      ‘I suppose I am,’ One Three Seven said with wonder. ‘I hope I survive the promotion.’

      ‘Make me a nice human form and you definitely will,’ Eighty-Five said.

      ‘But not as nice as this one,’ Thirty-Nine said. ‘The one I’m having.’

      ‘Of course not,’ One Three Seven said. Maybe she would survive after all. She’d given herself a couple of weeks in the Nests at the most, but if she could gain protection from the bigger Mothers, maybe she’d last a few months. It’d be worth it for this wonderful food. She took another huge bite.

      They walked under the trees in Victoria Park, heading back to the gateway from the shops in

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