The lookout in the hoverpod saw her right away, and the craft changed course, dipping down to skimlow over the terrain. But why? Why do Gyrgon do anything? He shrugged. Turn into it, she offered. He ruffled the tuft of black hair that arced in a wave from the top of Sahor's head.
He took her hand. This last the text had coveredbut possibly not well enough, for Konara Inggres felt herself captive of her own morbid fascination and itwa ekind of primitive act, full of ritual and respect, required of such a solemn and, yes, holy occasion. Sornnn, leaning in toward her, said, Marethyn, tell me.
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