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"That's pretty secure," I said with only half as much sarcasm as usual.
We were at the base of a cliff face; myself, in a simple black catsuit, courtesy of the gargoyles, Royal, Spin and Archer. Before we left my home I’d asked Archer if he was sure he wanted to reveal our relationship to his people, and he replied:
“Life is short, I will not hide what we are."
Yeah, even grief-stricken, it made my heart melt. So we now found ourselves at the home of the silver men, with a silver man, and he was pointing straight up at a heavy iron door set into the rock.
“Yes, security is paramount to my people. There is a small ledge up there. Once we have assembled, the door will open."
"Yeah, but how the heck are we getting up there?" I asked.
“You really have to remember the wings,” Spin si
