My copy of
Doon arrived, and I've been providing cheap entertainments to Quinn by reading from it:
Pall sat at his desk, a filmbook open before him. Jazzica noted his eyes, with their eyebrows and lids and accompanying nose, mouth , and ears.
He is like his father in that, she thought. The thought of Duke Lotto panged in her a tinge of guilt,
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