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Does death at the hands of those' - he motioned toward the approaching demons - 'hold no terror for you?' With a laugh the Ruler of the Empire of Grass could only think of as mocking, the snake priest said, 'No, my lord.
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In another instant they were gone. Was that a dream? he mumbled aloud. Nay, it was as real as the mud caking his face and clothes. He picked at flower arrangement it as he sat up and stared across the river.
And, off balance, he staggered there, his eyes like hot coals in the night. Jake and Liz had seen him Liz twisted her body, tried to fire her Baby Browning point-blank, and heard the click as the firing-pin fell on a dud.
The second voice was easy to recognize. He had heard it daily for years now. You're still no warrior, Saliman, he called, propping himself up on one elbow.