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The scaled hand drew back the pale yellow sheet, revealing a gaunt olive-skinned face framed by loose-hanging silver hair. “Yes. That’s him. Odalath. Emissary of the Order of Mystics on Val Shohob.” Balthazar didn’t weep for his son. He shed no tears. That time had passed. He looked toward the Zangali coroner and asked, “Did…
“Where is it?” The pasty-skinned Light Singer sounded friendly enough as he loomed over the grayish-brown furred Lotorian chained against the rough stone column. Nothing friendly about that crimson aura, though. Or the eyes. Cold. Icy blue, like the frozen B’hira wastes. Zoznazz tried avoiding the eyes, staring toward the broad maw of the planetoid’s…
Shafts of sunlight poured through colorful plasma fields, creating a kaleidescopic dance of dust motes in the Great Temple of Ope’mot as the Aukami rose from his seat at the table to speak. “Our resources are depleted, even more so than yours,” Vynos Evanel said, eyes swirling blue and violet as he placed long slender…
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Again with the light. This time, though, with the splintered stick in the ear. That’s a new one today, he thought. He didn’t say it, however. No, he was too busy screaming. Eventually, the sharp pain ebbed into an aching throb. “Did you act alone?” The deep-voiced Hekayti interrogator, a close companion these past few…
