Stavanger Bay l'ingénue

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the slender figure drew near, and lasher let his eyes trail across the pleasant body, its finely made limbs and proud eyes. and yet the wolf spoke, and he realized it was not a woman who approached, but a man carved from gilt, gaze smiling, speaking a tongue the druid knew.

taltos was besotted.

beside him, little deirdre murmured a welcome in her child's voice; lasher stepped forth and met the stonewater warmth of the other's eyes. "la côte, oui." a flash of his teeth in a smile. the golden man's tones had been rhythmic, vaguely exotic, bespeaking the seaside city where he had loved julien. the wolf had come from that direction, but lasher wished to know more of him. "voulez-vous vous joindre à nous?"