“That was a clam, Love. Pearls are from oysters, that’s the real reason they make girls horny,” she grins before Corwin appears and alters the mood.
He listens and shrugs his muscular shoulders,
“I was just wondering the same thing, only from a different perspective. Call me what you want, but what is it you are talking to? Am I a ghost, a memory, a Shadow or reflection of some kind…that part I don’t even know. What I do know, however is that my brothers and sisters and I have found it impossible to rest until those of our children who remain can be accounted for. You are here and so am I…still which tells me that you are not alone in this world. You had a sister, Solann, served very poorly by me and my line, you would have been better to her,” he sighs deeply.
“No use dredging up the past, Solann was my blood, but she has a different Corwin to call her Father now, a live one and a better man than me, not that it takes much. The rest are gone, I’m sure of all, but the youngest. There was a woman in a reality tinged Shadow near little Ygg, by the Pattern I created…what a damn mess that was. Anyway, her Mother’s name was Greta, but your sister, if she still lives, is named,” he looks at the bed and shakes his head ruefully,
“Damnit, I hate irony sometimes, her name is Shelle. She never walked either Pattern, would only be in her thirties now, damn hard to find anyone without an imprint, even for the geniuses like Mica and Viena. Find her Will, bring her to Caledon, then maybe I can rest. Father? Maybe I once was, in name at least, but she’s real family to you lad. And she needs you, maybe you need her too.”
He looks to Cota and nods, “You were the only one, your Father is resting now.”
She quietly nods back, and Corwin looks to Will, “Up for looking for a cosmic needle in an infinite haystack?”