Then, my dear, we must consider her already dead. Her eyes wereclosed, her forehead pressed against the muscled ridge of his shoulder. Eleana shecould not have, but the longing remained, festering like a wound that resists conventional treatment. The hearts of thedead regent pulsed and, in the simulation of the return to life, commenced to melt, dissolving into a thickblue-black liquid that drained into the Soul Chalice.
He smiled down at her. I will not let her die. What is a Gyrgon doing in Za Hara-at? she asked herself. They look so blissful, Marethyn shouted in Sornnn's ear.
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