Black Morass timor

"we do not give courting gifts in editum or mereo." some measure of the eagle's strength had returned, though he was not finished with the squirrel until he too had cracked the small bones and fished out the marrow.

at last the imperator relaxed somewhat against the tree, though his breaths remained tightly reined. each second that he did not seek a healer was a second in which he could become permanently compromised.

mírwen's laughter had been a balm.

"it is far more straightforward. if you wish to be married, you simply declare your intentions and find a den together. courtship is not for soldiers who are often gone long months."

his voice was even but germanicus had lost some of his careful expressions to reveal a flicker here and there of the gnawing affliction inside.