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The craft reached the city well before dawn.




Bor Damon




Book one Chapter 2



"My lord!" Librian called out, knocking on his master's bedroom door. Bor Damon groaned something
unintelligible from his huge, gilt four-poster bed, falling asleep again. The anxious old man thumped on the
door. "My lord, please wake up! This is most urgent!"



Bor Damon groaned again, sitting up among the thick sheets.



"What is it?" he growled, squinting.



In his younger days, Bor had once broken the neck of a nightly assassin who tried to murder him in his
sleep -- broken it with his bare hands -- an event which had given Bor a reputation for terrible morning
tempers. If someone dared to disturb his sleep now, he knew it had to be important; yet he still felt like
killing when it happened.



"The expedition, my lord!"



Librian glanced about the castle corridor for unwanted listeners. He was not allowed to utter a word
about the night excursions to anyone but Bor Damon.
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