Noctisardor Bypass [m] luke 10:19

The man's chilling delivery should scare Anselm, but instead, it's enlivening his every resolve. Here was the conflict he'd needed -- craved, even. The last vestige of his manhood depended on this moment, and once again Anselm found himself drawing from Etienne: his steel spine.

Was he a better man than Anselm? The bar was low -- even this Anselm knew. He fought back another embittered laugh.

But it was the cutting comment about his parents that got under his skin. He fought back the impulse to strike his face, instead resigning himself to noting the strange fractures absent of color in Amadeo's eyes.

Godless eyes, even.

He could not believe his ears. He had helped found Rivenwood, and now he was being told to leave it by a man that had been involved hardly the length of the summer season? His lips curled back in a grimace of teeth.

I am not clear, vhat exactly happens to me if I don't? He goaded, ears pressed forward in assertive confidence that was only skin dip. Vhat vould happen if Heda was to hear you have taken it upon yourself to deprive her children of their father?