I simply won't— All at once, a ferocious gust of wind caught the sail, the ship heeled over, and Kurgan, taken completelyoff guard, lurched backward, lost his footing and toppled over the rail. Giyan frowned. The ancient city was a gigantic engine, a complex instrument thathad been used for fantastic feats of sorcery. But the Tzelos, clever daemon that it was, lifted itsblunt, triangular head, raking its mandible through Rekkk's flesh.
Even between bouts of energetic sextheir gestures were small rituals of pleasure, artifice raised to a higher power called mystery. It had the greasy-looking triangular head of a serpent and the body of a gigantic millipede. I have killed no one; I have refrained from divining through the dead. Why would he do that? To keep us under control; to deprive us of power.
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