Chapter 32 The FireStar
- Mardichi did not miss that the demon master implied he was a fool. Something he was more than happy to let lie.
- “She’s not made for your ilk, Radix.” Mardichi grinned. “I’ll not give her to you. Not now. Not ever. Keep your slimy old hands the hell off her.”
- Mardichi slid to his feet. “I’ll bid you good day.”