Greven's

Crovax stepped in, pummeling Greven's throat and face with blows.

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Belbe could see the livid implant between Greven's shoulder blades.

Nemesis Thompson, Paul B. 2000

No other forces existed in Greven's aura but strength and destruction.

Nemesis Thompson, Paul B. 2000

A tiny silver bead whirled in place at Greven's feet.

Nemesis Thompson, Paul B. 2000

So he crawled from the filthy pallet on which Greven's moggs had thrown him, crawled despite the burns on his legs and chest, and despite the fact that most of his fingers were broken.

Nemesis Thompson, Paul B. 2000

At Greven's order, the box of guards was reformed.

Nemesis Thompson, Paul B. 2000

As Belbe watched, Volrath enlarged himself to Greven's size.

Nemesis Thompson, Paul B. 2000

The crew waited patiently in Greven's shadow-all except the hooded one.

Nemesis Thompson, Paul B. 2000

Greven's face contorted as his spinal rod sizzled into action.

Nemesis Thompson, Paul B. 2000

Belbe was visibly deflated by Greven's flat rejection.

Nemesis Thompson, Paul B. 2000