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 AndrewsFive minutes later, we were rolling around on the helipad as he tried to muscle his way out of my armlock, after slamming me onto the helipad. โI finally realized the source of your mutual attraction,โ Saiman said, his voice dry. I looked up. He was standing a few feet away. โDo enlighten us.โ Curran tried to roll into me to break the lock. Oh no you donโt. โYou both think violence is foreplay.
Ilona AndrewsHow are you?" "Perfectly fine," he said. "Are your ribs broken?" "Probably not. Cracked at most. We fought very carefully." "Did this settle anything?" "It made me feel better," he said, sitting up. "Did you see me kick him in the kidneys?" "I saw.
Ilona AndrewsMy investigative technique mostly consisted of going through the list of interested parties and making as much noise as possible, until the culprit lost his patience and tried to shut me up.
Ilona AndrewsSeducing him in the tub smelling of vinegar was out of the question. There had to be some boundaries.
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