the oracle at Delphi
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indent She looked like her mother, had her mother not been mad. Edgar was one of the few D’Angelo that Ahren truly respected anymore. Her brother had long ago fallen out of his favor, as had most of that family. Of course, they were related by the twisted branches of their family trees. Like Mab, Ahren might call Edgar his sister-cousin. The only difference was that they were not bound by blood.

indent Her arms grabbed his still lean torso, and he returned the motion around her shoulders. They didn’t need to stand for manners or etiquette here, as he had seen Mab have to perform on nights when she and the other local nobility met to discuss the city and its inhabitants. “Same to you. Last I heard, you had turned buccaneer.”





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