Voshak's hair, a pale blond braid, which he bleached, was his trademark. It made him memorable. That's how the slavers operated. They adopted costumes and personas, trying to make themselves larger-than-life and hoping to inspire fear. They counted on that fear. One could fight a man, but nobody could fight a nightmare.
Ilona AndrewsI closed my eyes. โAre you okay?โ โIโm tired. My knee is hurting again and Iโm trying to teleport myself upstairs.โ โUm, Kate, you canโt do that.โ โI know. But Iโm trying very hard. Let me know if I start fading?
Ilona AndrewsYou said sloppy! Look, I didn't even use my sword; I hit him with my head, like a moron.
Ilona AndrewsHe isnโt so much flirting,โ Cerise murmured. โEither he doesnโt like me or he doesnโt know how.โ โOf course he likes you. Youโre lovely. He probably just doesnโt get it. Some men have to be hit over the head with it. Her aunt rolled her eyes. โI thought Iโd have to draw your uncle Jean a giant sign. That or kidnap him and have my evil way with him, until he got the message.
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