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»Whenever you have a sorcerer betwixt your thighs, your powers tend to disappear,« Sabine told her sister as she scanned the faces of the frenzied, caged humans. »It's merely a fact of life.«

»Maybe in the past,« Lanthe said as she dropped the unconscious guard she'd been toting by his belt. »Things are going to be different with this one.« She busily tied the man's hands behind his back--instead of breaking his arms, which had the same result and didn't waste rope. »You still haven't seen her?«