Bramblepoint they should deliver all my blessings in small brown paper handbags near the porch

praimfaya. caiaphas didn't know, if this was the daughter's name -- it certainly meant even less to her than 'roangeda' did -- save, this sounded like another iteration of drageda. they were like termites, weren't they? down one, and two more mounds appeared..

dacio seemed to resent his companion for her divulging of names, but caiaphas wouldn't have gained much from 'praimfaya'.. not yet, anyway. understanding well his urge to cut in before anything incriminating was said, caiaphas ignored him completely. her gaze was focused on praimfaya, level and unflinching. "you vercingetorix's girl?"