Not, at least, in terms of facing concentrations of true heavy artillery. He stared for several moments before finally backhanding Jan. I came home an hour or solater, and he wasn't here, and neither was the shotgun. Who is the father, or shouldn't I ask? I saw you looking at Viviane's handsome son-was he the lucky one? Who could blame you? No? A child of the Beltane fires, then? I'd have thought as much.
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