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Seen against the background of purple and dark-green gloom, with crimson torchlight flaring on the quiet water and the moon descending behind trees beyond them, they were mystically beautiful – seemed not to belong to earth, anymore than the pan-pipe music did. Ride into their midst! Norbanus urged, pointing. Tickle the stallion thus. The Cappadocian lashed out savagely. Here is a bottle of goat’s blood. I will bring weapons, and I will join you as soon as possible after I have made sure that the temple priests, and all Daphne, are positive about your death. Now mount and ride!
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Seen against the background of purple and dark-green gloom, with crimson torchlight flaring on the quiet water and the moon descending behind trees beyond them, they were mystically beautiful – seemed not to belong to earth, anymore than the pan-pipe music did. Ride into their midst! Norbanus urged, pointing. Tickle the stallion thus. The Cappadocian lashed out savagely. Here is a bottle of goat’s blood. I will bring weapons, and I will join you as soon as possible after I have made sure that the temple priests, and all Daphne, are positive about your death. Now mount and ride!