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The Wasp s New Nest
Janet awoke -- and panicked. She sat up instantly, clutching the bedsheet to her bare chest with one hand, holding the other hand outstretched, summoning the strength to hurl a bolt of energy at whoever or whatever had spirited her to this strange place. For this certainly was not her own room; she couldn’t afford silky sheets like this, or this big four-poster bed (complete with canopy), or that beautiful dressing table with the ornate mirror … The glow around her hand died as the last wisps...