The Sunspire The sound of their tongues being bitten is all I hear.

the mountain of a boy reiterated what he had already said.

ramesses glittered now the roman's side. sihaya would soon come, and the others of the mesa.

"tell me who you are. tell me what you are doing here."

pharaoh scoffed. "cut his throat," he urged in a purr. 

the eagle did not waver. ramesses demonstrated the narrowing moments in which the stranger had to explain himself.