But they seem in badway. He will neverremember the other side of the story—our side, to be precise. Looking back, Traax and his remaining warriors saw strange beings exploding from the wave’stop to take to the air. “Yes,” he said.
But the slimy little creature kept wiggling about, adding to the difficulty. The crippled wizard’sheartbeat was strengthening, and his breathing was more regular. Unable to hold his eyes open any longer, he lay by the fire with the black masquerade maskpressing against his skin. Walking over, he grabbed the sword’s hilt.
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