Lion Head Mesa seven foot frame, rats along his back

"so let it be written."
ramesses' mouth was held in an inscrutable way as the chapter fell closed upon blackfeather woods and maegi's relation to them. 
he did not want haunted lands. there was enough chaos within the palace without such additions, and more to come as his children grew. "i want the creek," he said, straightening and stretching his slender, hard body. "have you been there? i think it will make a fine nursery."