Foggy Bottom Way [m] el mar

interminable. the end — she hoped. far less dignity in the shout of her enemy, demanding the eager teeth of his children spare her. no! but when he blurred her eyes, so did a sharp stab of dizzying agony ricochet through silvertongue. and then nothing, the leg rendered useless. silvertongue hurled a snap for germanicus all the same, though through the insistent buzz of hatred and war came instinct, instinct pleading with a fixed mind to live, to live against all wants and all odds. she could face no other after this; there could be only this, and the sharpfang knew its truth and its mercies and its anguish. she twisted again and again; she would force what they would not give, and if germanicus came close, bloodlet from wrist he would jerk away while her adder's bite satisfied a moment's vivid loathing.