Voles-tu, mon petit papillon.โ Illium laughed at Galenโs instruction to โfly, little butterfly
Nalini SinghMercy laughed. โYou have to excuse themโboys suffer from an incurable disability.โ โWhat?โ โTestosterone.
Nalini SinghTake her to the kitchen,โ came the order. โIf she lies, throw her in the cauldron." โHe was jesting about the cauldron, wasnโt he? You cannot have a cauldron big enough for a person?โ Bard halted, sighed, looked at her with those wide, liquid eyes.โWe,โ he said, โhave knives.
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