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

in her long and storied life, she had been called many things worse than liar. her audience was unreceiving — eliciting a coarse shrug of her thin shoulders.

he’s by the lake. don’t know what you dragedans do for your dead. we cast ours to sea but, he betrayed us in the end too. taking note of dacio’s additional step, caiaphas flashed him the barest of smiles. see you around, i’m sure.

she wasn’t planning to stick around for fond goodbyes, and made to stalk past the duo. as far as she was concerned there was no love lost between her and these dragedan stragglers — yet she took mental note of praimfaya’s scent and location should she end up being exactly who caiaphas was looking for.