The Farther Shore - Christie Golden
TORRES STOOD AND LOOKED
AT THE CREATURE FOR
A LONG TIME.
Doubtless, had a full-blooded Klingon killed it, he or she would be whooping and dancing in triumph. She felt no sense of giddy pleasure. She actually felt sick to her stomach at what she had just done, even though she had been fighting for her life. Still and harmless in death, the grikshak looked beautiful to her. It was only doing what instinct told it to do—find food and stay alive, just as she was.
Slowly, she walked up to the ...