"First off, I'd say you're in amazing condition, mentally, andphysically, considering what you went through that night. And I am notjust referring to ...your traumatic experience with Mr. Simmons."The surge that reprogrammed the nannites still operating inside youhave by now dumped a lot of neural-links, and redundant wetware directlyinto your own mind and body. I still haven't figured out half of whatit's doing to you, but I can tell you that so far it's vastly exceedingany of my original design. Pretty words. “Do you want Biomancer Vebrin to live again?” I demanded. I shook the amulet at him. “He’s right in here. You want him to befoul the world again with his craft?”Theophil’s cheek twitched.“Is that all that matters to you? Making ugly, twisted things from the art of others? Lacking any beauty? Any inspiration? Do you not care about that?”“Inspiration is what drives the inventor,” he answered. “To make something useful, something functional, is profound. It is true beauty. Not some. He was my favourite look.Everything I find desirable physically he was!!! We had supper touched each other far too much, I am sure the people in the restaurant thought we should just get a room.!!! He kissed me so beautifully, his kisses were deep and penetrating, if this is how he kissed, he must fuck up a storm. We parted company, I almost asked him to come home with me but he really was only a stranger, ever though I find him hot, he is a stranger.He called me when he got home and spoke to. And the smell, don’t get me started on it. He smells like a dog and you know cats don’t play well with dogs.“Of course I don’t have any weapons,” he says with a predatory smile. “There is nothing to fear in this forest, especially with a high wizard around.”“Oh, so you know High Wizard Starkey then?”“No not really. I just know of him and his reputation.”Yeah, a reputation that’s in the mud.“Well, he’s my father,” the witch proclaims. “He’s looking over me right now as we speak.”Really? You’re.