March 2011
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bodega:
Unfurling The American Felling Axe
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“Toc straightened. Gods preserve all of us. He remembered. He remembered Ryllandaras. He’d been there. Not even Dassem could kill him. They had nothing. Nothing to counter the curse of Quon, eater of men. The man-jackal, brother of Trake, god of war”
Return of the Crimson Guard, Ian C Esslemont. Chapter V, p672.