They had reached the beaten-brass streets of Za Hara-at itself. Carrying a dread secret. It was all she could do not to hug him, but she had learned the hard waythat he could not tolerate physical contact. During their first encounter withthe Resistance, he killed two before ripping the throat out of a third with a horrific snap of his jaws.
She drew a stray lock of hair off her forehead. Othnam and Mehmmer exchanged a quick glance. Her blood ran cold with the thought of it. Her manner of speech was as stately as her person.
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