He hasbeen to Za Hara-at many times. And yet here hewas, his hips moving as he had seen Sarakkon hips moving, timing his center of balance to the whims ofthe tide. I have no idea, Riane said. It was written.
It was faceted like a crystal, and, like a crystal, it wastranslucent. Alas, no, he said. He felt the lack, the lack of a worthy adversary. Which grisly trophy would ensure his long-delayed ascension to the office of PrimeFactor.
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