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The Mag Force 7 Book 1 - Knights Of The Black Earth, The
Atec Февраль 16 2008 20:07:53
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. He smiled serenely. "Well, what will it be, Dolf, dear?"
Baejling's hands clenched into fists. "Do it," he said harshly.
"Is ... is there anything you need ... from us?" Mary Krammes asked faintly.
"No, Mary, darling, thank you," Raoul said. "We have everything we need. However, I assume that you two will be in attendance?"
"Yes. Yes, of course."
"Good. And now, I do believe that we should be proceeding to the hotel. This beastly smell is giving me a pounding headache. And headaches cause wrinkles. As does stress. You should really do something about that, Dolf. Those frown lines around your mouth--most unattractive. I could give you some cream I found on Avedai Arden. Oil of cucumber. Rub it in three times daily .... "
Raoul took hold of Baejling's arm, sauntered off, talking of his favorite subject next to clothes--cosmetics. The Little One shambled after, small legs forced to take two steps to the humans' one. His shoulders, beneath the raincoat, heaved up and down.
Mary Krammes, hurrying along fearfully behind, wondered if the strange little creature was laughing.
The Embassy Ball was a glittering affair, held in the Grand Ballroom of the Presidential Palace. Men and women, dressed in their very finest, most elegant clothes, drank champagne and ate small, fancifully decorated and bland tidbits, which were being circulated throughout the ballroom by tall, fancifully dressed waiters
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