Her voice held even less expression than her face. A woman who knows the danger and isn 't afraid is a treasure only a madman would spurn. He sighed regretfully. Meri and I will settle her down soon enough.
She* had been his favorite sister, yet she was dead and he was not. She pulled a dazed Dorailla erect instead, then seized up a spear from a fallen Thunder Walker and waved it high. The foxhead medallion cooled against his chest. The roars and fires had showed that somebody in the city was trying to fight back, at least, and now he was going to see such an attempt.
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