Then she divorced her first husband. Over the years she would be married five times. She had a habit of picking bad boys. The first three that trea...ted her badly, her farther beat the crap out of. The next one, I did the honors. The last guy...well he was a winner. He treated her right and wasn't poor like the others.I eventually got out of the service and moved back home. Not Home, but home. We got an apartment close to Dee. She came over a lot after work. She was good company to my. The Master's enormous bolt of hellfire struck me on my left side as I was diving in front of Wulfric intending to defend him with my body if necessary. That glancing bolt knocked me out of position and the three next bolts from his apprentices burned Wulfric to a cinder."I believe to this day, that because I upheld my Oath to protect Wulfric to the end, his amulet — your gift, protected my life that day. Indeed, his amulet was being held in my left hand as I stood before the Warlocks and defied. "I must have looked as nauseous as I felt when I thought about Kirkwall, because Irving looked concerned. "What is the matter, my dear? Surely it cannot be so dire. You've already said we defeat the Blight." We do. But after that ... there's going to be a war. Between mages and templars. The specifics don't matter, particularly, but there are two things that can, possibly, slow things down and restore some sanity. One I am taking care of, and I will not tell you. But the other ... you need to. And soon were locked in panting naked lust... At about the same time, several hundred miles away, two figures came hurtling down a mountainside on skis. One blue track suit, one red. From the blue streamed, like a flag in the wind, a mass of blond hair; the red wore a white helmet from which only wisps of dark hair fluttered.The blond was 16-year-old Heidi Baumann; the brunette was 17-year-old Maria, her sister. For the moment, in the exhilaration of their sweeping plunge through the powdery.