Book3:WereMyDreamIs

hinkshewaskilledbyKingDimitri’smagicarrow!Whatatragedy!”Theverythoughtofherpartnerboostedherspiritsandsheaddedangrily,“Good…Good…KingDimitriwillbeheresoon…Don’tbesococky.Lookatallthecorpsesolefield,youhadbetterthinkofhowtoexpinallthistohim.Ifyouareaman,gofacethemusiottrytoslinkaway.KingDimitriwillbebacksoon.”Atsughedheartilywithunbridledandefferentarrogancesaying,

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    “YouguysareafraidofKingDimitri.Iamnot.Look!Hismagiconsarenowallinmyhands.Killinghimisassimpleassnappingmyfingers!Imostcertainlywouldnotrunaway.IwillwaitforhimheresittingonthisgoldthroneandIwillmostdefinitelykillhim…OnlythenIwhollytakeoverhiskingdomaerofthisfertileandmagid…”

    “Ah,youignorantandcocksurecock-a-hoop”th