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"That's a well-thought out layout," Caldenia said. "But why pink marble?" She waved at the ceiling. "Pink marble, white ceiling, golden accents... With the electric lighting it will turn into this ghastly orange." "I had one chance to impress the Arbiter and I had to improvise." Caldenia arched one eyebrow. "I saw it in a movie once," I explained. "It was easy to visualize." "Was it a movie for adults?" "It had a talking candelabra who was friends with a grumpy clock." "I see." --
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"Like a primitive savage, who sets out to tame the wilderness armed with nothing but a knife and his indomitable will, I will persevere. I will wrestle victory from the greedy jaws of defeat. I shall rise like a bird of prey upon the current of the wind, my talons raised for the kill, and I shall strike true." Oh wow. I hope the inn filmed that."
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"Caldenia blinked. "Who are the attending parties?" "The Holy Anocracy represented by House Krahr, the Hope-crushing Horde, and the Merchants of Baha-char. They coming here for Arbitration and they will probably try to murder each other the moment they walk through the door." Caldenia's eyes widened. "Do you really think so? This is absolutely marvelous!" She would think so, wouldn't she?"
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"The Khanum?" Arland coughed. The last sip of tea must've gone wrong. "Are you unwell?" Dagorkun inquired. "Healthy as a krahr," Arland said. "That's such a relief. I would hate for some illness to interfere and spoil the grand celebration I planned when I send you to your afterlife." --
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