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Kyrielle Atrinati December 13, 2012
"Hand over the girl!" roared Derkeethus, my rage feeding his.
"Let's see the Phial," the Legate replied, grinning lewdly at Tormir.
"Give me my daughter, first," she growled, eyes wild, nostrils wide and blowing like a bear.
"Now, I don't think you're in any position to negotiate," he said through ...