Noctisardor Bypass I can only point at it and say.

Anselm could feel that there was something within Etienne that was coming lose -- some ugly knot better off left tangled. Had he inspired this?

So vhat! Anselm exhaled, hiding his exasperation. I am treated badly anyvhere. Vhether it is here or at your home, vhat difference does it make? I vill still always be the vonne under everyvonne's foot. You vould be happier there. And there would be no more of this -- He gesticulated around them. Lately, it felt as if they had to claw everything apart just to eke out a tiny bit of living. If nothing else, he knew he could no longer live under Glaukos' thumb.

He sighed, relenting slightly. I bet your auntie has better breath than Glaukos.