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The Short Bus to Hell Sherry had met that piercing blue stare with her own. The Qadeshi woman merely tilted her head a little to one side as if trying to decide how to dissect a specimen she'd found interesting. Or perhaps merely questioned everything passing between this woman's lips. Dubrant...

Čehrāzād gave those that had cursed or issued any such responses toward her with a level stare. If they wished to sit meek as milk in silence and eat their meal then let them. Holding such pain in was beyond her control. And while she could almost admire those hushed tones and silence of her...