Gatha's

We'll see what might be done to correlate all the data-yours, mine and, "he couldn't keep the disgust from his voice," Gatha's.

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The Phyrexian reached its hands out toward Gatha's head-razor-sharp fingers on hands of metal framework and cable.

Bloodlines Coleman, Loren L. 1999

He abruptly handed the flower to a passing female student and set off for Gatha's tower without an answer to her look of surprise.

Bloodlines Coleman, Loren L. 1999

Gatha's strong hands wrinkled the parchment, clutching it tightly.

Bloodlines Coleman, Loren L. 1999

The cold, thin air sat heavy in Gatha's lungs, as if reluctant to give up any oxygen.

Bloodlines Coleman, Loren L. 1999

"You put it in a good place," he said, speaking in the low Keld tongue for Gatha's benefit.

Bloodlines Coleman, Loren L. 1999

This was Gatha's personal guard, their armor bearing his adopted crest-the ancient Keldon sigil for life, from the times before Keld developed a true script for writing.

Bloodlines Coleman, Loren L. 1999

The magical ability of the witch kings created incredible demand for Gatha's work, no matter that fewer than one in ten survived the process in any shape to fight.

Bloodlines Coleman, Loren L. 1999

It became now, to Gatha's way of thinking, a question of who would lead and so be recognized by the chancellors for promotion to tutor status.

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Here, in the timelock, slow-time waters were pumped out of the same well that served Gatha's facilities.

Bloodlines Coleman, Loren L. 1999