The secret of secrets rose in her like a rotten thing trying to retch itself up, and just to stop it, to head it off, to do anything but say it or feel it like a pole of obsidian strapped to the curve of her spine, she seized the priestess by the back of the neck and held her close to whisper a different secret, her lips against the ilykari's small dark ear: "Hail Hydra."
— Oct 14, 2015 06:58AM
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