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The wound itself was unmistakable; Tath-agres had knifed him to free herself.

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Trembling, helpless, and diminished once again by Tath-agres 'superior powers, Emien wrestled to contain his panic.

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He dis'trusted the brash exhilaration which invariably possessed Tath-agres in the face of danger.

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Though Tath-agres intended comfort, her words wrought only remorse.

Stormwarden Wurts, Janny 1989

The crossing to Cliffhaven promised agony enough without Tath-agres baiting him.

Stormwarden Wurts, Janny 1989

He owned nothing but the clothes on his back, and these were sadly tattered; come winter, he had no desire to rely on Tath-agres for silvers to buy a cloak and a good pair of boots.

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As the first gulls took flight over Cliffhaven, Tath-agres stirred from her trance.

Stormwarden Wurts, Janny 1989

Having won the edge in her exchange with the King, Tath-agres lifted her cloak from her arm and draped it carelessly over the back of a carved chair.

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Tath-agres lay still against him, one arm flung possessively across his chest.

Stormwarden Wurts, Janny 1989

Yet his island superstitions seemed foolish beside Tath-agres 'worldly sophistication.

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