I'm going to stage a coup III
Eallva “ . . . and you lied about it! What kind of sand-crawling, good-for-nothing, ankle-biting . . .” she lost her momentum as relevant insults became scarce, so moved to less-fitting options, “stinking, grub-livered –” She paused once again to breathe, and looked to see what her kick had wrought. Selvim lay on the floor in a heap of limbs that was anything but graceful. Even though his features were alien, there was no mistaking the glazed look to his eyes. He seemed to be struggling with . . . something, and as she continued to watch his face slowly began to turned red, his mouth agape. Her anger quickly faded into panic. What if she had hit some unforeseen weakness? She didn’t know how he was built, what if he died while she was in his rooms and she was found here? Granted he probabl
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