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No one. They killed no one.
‘Zakath is a man who will do anything instead of sleep; sleeping runs the risk of dreaming, and that is something that he tries to avoid at all costs. Costs to his health, costs to his sanity - but no man who shut himself into his room for six or so months can be considered sane, can he?
Who did they make you hurt? But ( Read more... )

…and there is a moment of disorientation as ‘Zakath steps through the door. He shakes his head, looking almost puzzled. Curiously, he looks behind him. His study is there, and his little kitten is still cheerfully hunting the treaty ( Read more... )

The room was large and comfortable, lined with books and maps and deeply upholstered chairs clustered about low tables. It was a warm day outside, and the windows stood open, allowing a blossom-scented breeze to ruffle the curtains.

Correction.

It was a hot day, the kind of dry and dusty day that Mallorean summers were famous for ( Read more... )

To his majesty, Taur Urgas of Morgodom ( Read more... )

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