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You would not loose your Ja-Gaar on thisflesh. He had spied the wand, and now he scooped it up and cast italong the cobbles toward Riane. Drink more. Next to him, Courion accepted the long gaff and, bending over the top rail, swung it down toward theChimaera.

There was a beauty in theirsmoothness, in the way they had been quarried and cut so that the subtle sedimentary grain flowed in onedirection. Be forewarned. The brown goo was drying up, the white stuff shriveling into the tiniest beads, whichthen popped like air bubbles. With his long hair as ragged as rainand as black as thunder, he would have looked quite at home upon awindswept moor, or lurking in some pitch-black alleyway, or perhaps in anovel by Mrs Radcliffe.