Noctisardor Bypass [m] ashkola

it would be as quick as necessity demanded, perhaps a second repetition after they had rested for a few moments, just so heda could be sure that glaukos would believe them to be his.
and perhaps they would be. but if there was any hope from god it was that he would provide a miraculous way out of conception now twice.
yet she had grown colder and pragmatic; she thought as the feral thing to which her deity had reduced her, and perhaps in this mental divorcing she found a small, rudimentary pleasure in the act.
he was so different from caracal that she could not compare them, and so perhaps for the first time since his death, he did not come to her mind as more than a glissade of longing still salted with pain.
when they parted, heda was unsure what to say or if to say anything at all; she looked into his face as if seeing his countenance for the first time, studied him. "will you tell druid i'm going? i want to go and be back as soon as i can."