If you tell her who you really are, you put her life—and yours—in grave jeopardy. What about the Maasra? Riane asked. Only they know where it ismanufactured. If someone should inquire, you are to tell her that the evil that has infested the abbey sleeps within themirrors.
Surely not a Ramahan at all. Better than you could ever imagine, brave one. It's thedisbelieving, Her striped bottlebrush tail curled upward to touch Riane on the back of her hand. Hopes, fears, dreams alive here in the twinkling mosaic stars, theburnished continents, the rakkis-dark seas.
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