Heron Lake Plateau to walk a path of slaughter

ramesses came alive, intrigued. it showed in the pleasant pale lines of his royal-bred body. she looked away from him, but he was a cat with a mouse-tail caught beneath his claws. "dancing is its own battle," pharaoh pronounced, for there was only one sort of step he knew this to mean.
"i once had a sister. she lives, but she is no longer my sister."