I can't invent; the thing won't come. He pushed her to his bed, little more than a cot, and pulled off her clothes. "I had a terrible dream last night. I hated him. A thin mist lay on the river, giving the few craft moving about in it a ghostly look. Maggot. David Courtlaw—Sir John Ferringhall. Melusine whirled.
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