Lion Head Mesa Cobra

a low sound as he took up the cup and drained the faintly bitter remainder, a shadow beneath the taste of rich berries.

"you need have no fear of me, eset," the man said, sitting down again upon his bed in slow repose as he submitted to the potency of the drink.

"i prefer to be wanted." that was perhaps the only binding tie between he and his buried half-brother ramesses, their origins lost to red sand..

"visit zaahira again." on her own time. the glacial eyes had grown half-lidded