. Of course that slimy, diseased bastard would align with the Biomancer's monstrosity. My mind worked through the problem, evaluating it, weighing pos...sibilities. We needed to get into the Vault. We had to find the key to the Altar of Souls. It meant losing Kora, but...But the amulet had to be destroyed. Especially if the Paragon knew about us. Knew we were here. I didn't miss that implication. If Prince Meinard knew enough to destroy the temple, we must be being watched. Probably by the. Depending on where you are, you may need to use different materials. I told Sylvie how to do it then showed her the vid. After the vid, I told her how to make one with heated floors. The guy in the video makes the mistake of having the woodpile beside the fireplace. That is a recipe for a fire. Leave a couple dry pieces under the bed with the equipment you need to keep dry. The main woodpile stays outside beside the door. She is interested in survival stuff like that, so we often talk about the. . to say nothing of its sexual delights.Moving dutifully from bath to bedroom of their apartment as she rinsed out personal things to occupy herself while she waited for her late-working husband, the vivacious, twenty-two year old wife could not rid her mind of the handsome and powerful Max Keele, nor the way he had held her when he'd kissed her that afternoon, his heavy virile hardness pressuring hotly against the soft yielding flesh of her quivering belly. God, she had only to think of it and. One of the boys turned to me and said, “Make sure to steer clear of that freak. He is one of those extreme nerds, and he is gay.”I was stunned. How could they be so cruel? I had two options. I could build my reputation with these jocks, or stick up for the guy who I actually had a chance with. “Just because he is gay, doesn’t mean you need to be heartless douche bags.” I said nastily.They all looked shocked. Then came the insults. The quietly called me a fag. Then they started to throw small.