Do you like my working persona?" Saiman asked softly. "An aesthetically pleasing combination of intelligence and elegance, wouldn't you say?" Aren't we pleased with ourselves. "Are you Chinese, Japanese, half-white? I can't tell, your features are neither here nor there." "I'm inscrutable, mysterious and intellectual." He forgot conceited. "Did you have any trouble getting that ego through the door?" Saiman didn't even blink. "Not in the least.
Ilona AndrewsRunes, runes, runes... Runes. An inverted Algiz rune. The caption next to it said โChernobog.โ The Black God. Right. Of course, it wouldnโt be Chernobog, God of Morning Dew on the Rose Petals, but a woman could always hope.
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