The firedrakes rushed her in a stampede, the brute force of buf- falo mixed in with the slip-wriggle sensation of being caught in a salmon run as more bodies than elora could count hurtled past, en- veloping her in a radiant tide of cascading firegold.
I was paid as homage to agaphim upon his thirty-eighth year, husked the femme. Another beysib woman has been found dead - and mutilated, i might add - down by the wharf.