The Second Shield
December, 1995
In the night, despite the unsettling trouble brewing with the client from Miami, the blustering and importuning and the implied or even outright threats, Beckerman managed to dream satisfactorily after all. He dreamed a little freestanding staircase of alabaster and malachite that pivoted in the middle and went back down itself through another dimension like something out of an Escher print; he dreamed an attenuated, one-legged bronze statuette with three skinny arms and a funny spiral topknot,...
