"No threat of violence deters me. My Goddess watches over me, even now, a struggle would be as guidance."
It was the labyrinthine quality of this city. The sky scrapers, never truer to their name than here, that lost her way.
"A marsh. Or, a swamp. Brimming with darkness... and the taste of iron."
It was the labyrinthine quality of this city. The sky scrapers, never truer to their name than here, that lost her way.
"A marsh. Or, a swamp. Brimming with darkness... and the taste of iron."
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Terry cocked an eyebrow.
"The taste of... iron?"
It sounded a lot like... death.
"Don't like the sound of that. Closest I can think to a marsh would be Slaughter Swamp."