If there was one thing Ziro had learned in the field, it was that having your cover blown could mean the difference between a hero’s welcome and a spear in your neck...or in this case, a sudden kick to the head.

Happening again? Ziro found it hard to believe anyone had ever seen what he was seeing before. The Liwan men were not merely captives, or even slaves. They were walking experiments.

The hive turned out to be easier to find than quills on a porcupine. As a matter of fact, it looked like one too.