Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Iliad Murdoch listened intently to the sound of the woman’s voice. As a Daeva, he could appreciate the beauty of it, the passion that she projected into her role. To be entirely truthful, it was the first part of the performance that had stirred anything in his long-dead heart. The others, well, they were passable at best,
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