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384 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2011
She was supposed to kill him, not wound him and then worry about whether he was feeling it.
"I felt compelled to protect you. And I suppose that's natural too, given that I... took a little sip from your..." She made the mistake of looking at his shoulder and then his neck as she spoke to him. "Your great big, corded, hard, salty neck."
She wanted to convince this man that religion was not a good enough reason for genocide. Then again, it was one of the main reasons why anyone had ever committed such an atrocity or gone to war in the history of mankind.
"Maybe the gods wanted you to start a new race. Or maybe it was something you ate."