Forget about all that, she told herself. He is dead. It is so much more efficient thanthe helter-skelter structure you had in place. It was a cenote like the one in the abbey, filled with pitch-black water.
She touched him, and he fell over sideways. Now the energy lines were multiplying, and she felt his heat, an oven in her arms, a fire. Imagine that!Mourning the death of one's bitterest enemy. The dragon's scream, when it saw her, turned her bones towater.
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