As Riane ripped it away, Pyphoros came pouring out. That is my life, nothing more or less. All seven need to be opened before I can free the daemons from their eons-long prison. What isyour name? he added darkly.
Courion was running his hand over the egg's pale skin. Riane applied more pressure than she knew was necessary. They heard nothing, but felt a slight percussion as the packet rapidlyunrolled. I have no appetite.
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