Thigpen's dark, liquid eyes searched Riane's face. He had been a powerful presence but nota particularly forbidding one. That was part and parcel of the Schism, wasn't it?Speak not of the Schism, Paow said shortly. I was diverted.
In a moment she would begin to weep in pain andfrustration, and everything would be for nought. But in its center had been a dark squirmy thing with many tentacles that undulated and flicked, searchingfor something, it seemed, to wrap themselves around and crush. Thigpen sat back. But what of the high command, thoseupper-echelon generals and admirals far older and more experienced than he? How could they not hatehim and
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