Upon a massive bench of polished ersite beneath the gorgeous blooms of a giantpimalia a woman sat. Her shapely, sandalled foot tapped impatiently upon thejewel-strewn walk that wound beneath the stately sorapus trees across the scarletsward of the royal gardens of Thuvan Dihn, Jeddak of Ptarth, as a dark-haired, redskinned warrior bent low toward her, whispering heated words close to her ear."Ah, Thuvia of Ptarth," he cried, "you are cold even before...
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