Lion Head Mesa do not assess a man who has nothing, and thus falsify your pen

Perhaps he is buttering her up, or perhaps he is merely being courteous. That is up to her and our erpa-ha. The one who, if Khusobek was right, may or may not hold the throne in the not-so distant future.
Senmut as pharaoh. She could not make much sense of the thought.
I would gladly kill for her just as I would die for her. and she meant it, she meant it; she gives him a passing, unreadable glance that said perhaps he was not spared from such a notion.
The redstone corridors are long and tedious, though Zaahira had spent an entire summer memorizing them, assimilating. She leads him expertly to the training grounds and finds that they are empty, save for a fellahin that sits along the wall.
Her lips curl. I will go easy on you.