(Plus there is all the added security around London today...)
> “I an High Priest of Raathi!†proclaimed Serooq. “I see more than other men. I do what I have to. What I see myself doing.â€Â
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That makes him one incredible peeping tom...
> “I am High Priest of Raathi,†scorned Serooq. “My powers protect me from any blade.â€Â
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> Miiri’s Mythlands daggers were enchanted to cut through magics, and poisoned Ohanna was her sister. Her slash took Serooq right in the windpipe. The high priest rasped once, stared at the freewoman with a horrified realisation, then toppled dead.
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There's always one. Two in this case.
> “I shall cut those whelps from your swollen bellies and feast upon them,†Troovis promised the pregnant Caphans.
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Caphan cusine has a lot to answer for...
> Losiira ducked low away from his first slice, then rolled forwards to apply her needle-thin houri dagger with the precision a Caphan pleasure slave was expected to use against raiders who sought to carry her off or harm her children; one sharp thrust to penetrate the scrotum then a hard twist and slash.
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> “Textbook,†admired Kriije from the floor as Troovis went down screaming.
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I like this scene.
> ... All Caph had heard Serooq’s treasonous choice.
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Unless Kiivan loses, in which case it will be given a different blur.
> “Oh shut up, you dick!†snapped Herbert P. Garrick, his patience finally exhausted. He hammered a fist into the nearest guard, took the man’s sword off him, and hurled it into Jaan’s back. Bad News Herb was, after all, a trained G-Man. Nobody was assassinating a head of state on his watch.
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I know Garrick is supposed to be one of the annoyances, but I do like the occasional scenes like this.
> The moment was so intense that nobody noticed at first that the vacuum-ship above had completed its preparations and the nozzles were descending to draw all life from Caph.
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Question: What happens if - improbably - all the nozzles end up pointing to each other when he switches it on?
