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"I know about the book, if that's what you mean." She
could see nothing of use among her things.
Grabbing her arms, Hollow-sky forcibly turned her
back around to face him. "You have no idea, do you?" He
grinned and then said, as if explaining to a child,
"Goldmoon, my father wants the title of chieftain for
himself, but he can't take it as long as Arrowthorn has an
heir. If you were out of the way, my sister Ravenhair would
be priestess, then my father would be chieftain."
"Out of the way?" she asked in a sharp voice,
determined not to reveal the fear spreading through her.
"Yes. Gone. Dead!" He bit off the words as he drew a
sharp dagger from his belt and grabbed her roughly around
the waist. The knife's edge glinted in the pale light as
Hollow-sky held it menacingly near her throat.
"So why didn't you kill me in my sleep?" Goldmoon
demanded, feeling the world reel about her. Stubbornly she
forced herself to concentrate.
"I told you, I have other plans. I want you for myself,
though the gods know why. You really are an arrogant
witch sometimes. We'll marry, and then I'LL be chieftain.
Loreman wants the power for himself, but the knowledge
that his son, and later his grandchildren, will rule should
satisfy him
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