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In clouds of spinning dust and pelting rubble, in the wild fires of chaotic magic, the dragons returned to the world.
Woman, you should never have let me go. I should have given you that power over me.
'Twenty Kenyll'rah demons? What is this, some bad fairy tale? Why not a demon king? Or a giant three-headed ogre with scorpion tails at the end of every finger and a big one on his cock for added measure? Breathing fire out his arse, too.'
'Fine, so my imagination's failed. Sorry about that- I ain't no spinner of decent tales, Hedge.'
'I'll say. What else should I know? We got to kiss that fucking heart awake once we get it? Put a hat on it? Dance fucking circles around it? Gods, no more blood sacrifice- that stuff creeps me out.'