( She hisses, and turns, slamming her arms against the wall, hoping that the pain on her knuckles will drive the woman to release her. She does, all the same, without encouragement.
Perhaps she sees sense. Not an idiot, fully. Only half of one. )
We call brother Jatharin from mother Hell, and we feed him. And we say, we give you what is ours and is holy, you give us what is ours and is lost. You kill the man who took Massarir.
( Her grin's a wild thing, white, glistened. ) You kill their prince Haiva. Who is meek and shy and sweet, says Massarir the fool, until... he takes her. No? Yes. Yes.
( When she smiles, it's a sharp-fanged thing, hostile. ) Then, you are my Jatharin.
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( She hisses, and turns, slamming her arms against the wall, hoping that the pain on her knuckles will drive the woman to release her. She does, all the same, without encouragement.
Perhaps she sees sense. Not an idiot, fully. Only half of one. )
We call brother Jatharin from mother Hell, and we feed him. And we say, we give you what is ours and is holy, you give us what is ours and is lost. You kill the man who took Massarir.
( Her grin's a wild thing, white, glistened. ) You kill their prince Haiva. Who is meek and shy and sweet, says Massarir the fool, until... he takes her. No? Yes. Yes.
( When she smiles, it's a sharp-fanged thing, hostile. ) Then, you are my Jatharin.