Candra was healing well, but the blood still caked her body, and she still appeared despondent over her loss.  She might easily acquiesce to his requests or fight him to the death; that was the tricky thing about sanity:  she wasn't certain she still had hers.<br/><br/>"Nothing so simple as a turf war.  Nothing so harmless."  She began to stand, heedless of how her clothing hung on her like tattered rags.  What could be glimpsed of her body through the cloth and gore was healthy and fully female.  A half-moon was tattooed on the inside of her right hip, just below the jut of her pelvic bone; it seemed to absorb the night light and glow with darkness and power.