The Book of Phoenii Page 2

  No, Your Highness.

  The watcher whispers, hoping it is a safe answer, knowing that those flaming mad eyes are upon him again. He really wishes for a glass of cold sorbet and a bevy of lithe houris.

  Anything away from the Roc’s lair.

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