Glass lamp mantles cracked as the flames leaped higher and hotter, lighting the room as bright as unsheltered noon. Remarkable, Selene said slowly. Gareth Bryne has enough gray in his hair to be your father, Captain. I am Renna.
In one swift motion he lifted the dagger, stuck it behind his belt, and pulled his hand away, as if it might help to minimize the time it touched his bare skin. Always something new, always something I didn't expect, and sometimes it isn't horrible. Reluctantly, he sought the void; he did not want to, but it was for this that Tam had taught him, and he knew he could never make the shot without it. His hand touched something else, on the lid.
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