Qeya River sand hollow

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"gjalla will." sun eater's features suffused with anticipation. "she told me she will bring me his head." and there was something in his eyes as he said it, some pearl of mistrust, that he had needed to go to the other woman at all.

perhaps he had not.

he let out his breath. "far away. now you have stopped running, wife. saatsine is your rest."

queen. throne. slowly he had begun to gather a sense of royalty, and he did not like it; it threatened what he knew to be his own strength and status. if she had been a queen, would more come?

and if others saw her still as that, what did they think of him?

he had lost face! he had not killed.

"he will die, star eater," he said solemnly. "he must die."