Lion Head Mesa the darkest side of me

the tenor of the room cooled as if in answer to winter winds. senmut saw the effect of his barb, the tall heaviness of akavir's aura, the way the power in the woman's upper body seemed to lean toward him.

but echoing only in his mind was rashepses, rashepses; ordering the end of tavina, and before that —

how worshipful at such a dark altar senmut found himself, enraptured not by toula's goodness but by the jetstone heat of her consort.

how wretched he had become! and the high priest almost invited this judgement down upon his head, now, here.

"i can give you their last known location. the captain of muat-riya, khusobek, was gravely wounded. their leader, or perhaps one of them, was killed. we believe another may have died. it is the time to strike."

him, or the cartel?

"a man named soto was tortured in the cells of the cenote for information. it may be that he has remained behind. i will send one of the mazoi with you if you wish to patrol. but if it is an attack you wish to mount — then stealth may be your most agreeable wager."