Lion Head Mesa all's well that ends

why had her father stifled this woman? fear, perhaps? a killer stuck to the role of hemet? that was not to say that one could not draw life and be spirtual but...

wise, indeed, it seemed. makono knew she would do best to keep qiao pleased and close.

we both know i am too young to give a child apprentice from myself if that is your debt, a fact clear as day. not one that could be disputed no matter anybody's wants! but perhaps you will speak with me over a meal, something more proper than a stroll, and we will sort things.

it sounded as if she gave room for rejection! yet she did not wish to see any.

and i am sure you have tales that have not reached my ears.

she wondered if her days of wandering were over now that she would be perched upon a throne.