I have many happy memories of you, Sornnn. The layer, as Giyan peeled it back from the rest of the cocoon, reminded her of the squirmy tentacledthing that had haunted her dreams for as long as she remained on the coast. Blled swung the ion mace with deadly accuracy,catching the bird on the wing. Hisslablike cheeks and slash of a mouth seemed fashioned by some demented sculptor, his jutting chin wasthe butt end of a particularly lethal-looking weapon.
I have not practiced the dark arts ofnecromancy since I set foot in the museum. With the gravest of consequences. Cross-references? None that I can find. You sound just like Konara Urdma.
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