Her father—man of rock—had never needed her, whereas Hoddy, even if he did not love her, would always be needing her. “In the end,” it seemed to be thinking, “they embalmed me with the utmost respect—sound spices chosen to endure—the best! I took my world as I found it. “I am one who controls most of the Church, dear. She knew that I cared for her, she had admitted that she cared for me. “You are Sir John Ferringhall,” she repeated. You are the High Priestess of Life.
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