Date: Author: Category: Writing

“No!” whispered Cyril “You do this, and you become like them.”

“You think I do not feed from men?” asked Isodore. He laughed then, shaking his dark head. “Oh, Cyril, what a fool you are. Where do you think the King’s enemies disappear to?”

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