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"Last night we committed such evil. Your very existence belies that
evil." I lied to him, Aimee'. Although my upbringing had ground those
words into my head, I did not feel them. I felt only trust and a growing
sense of love for Thomorr, the Lord of the Satyrs of Daber Wood.
"You know no such thing," he replied. "I only think of action as
evil, not mere existance. Now I have committed what you would call evil
in the past in my search for a boy like yourself. But we Satyrs have
different rules and live by the laws of magic."
"If I told the townspeople they would come here and they would burn
you out and they would try to kill you, Thomorr."
He leaned back, his hands clasped about one knee. "Yes, I suppose
they would. Will you tell them, my beautiful Darynn? Or will you keep
this secret, and return to me as we both will it, and let me teach you of
magic? You have the born skill but no training. You have discipline, but
not in the right talents. Let me teach you, let me show you."
"And the cost?"
"You lived the cost last night. You gave me everything. I would not
dare ask anything more of you but your attention, Darynn." He looked into
my eyes and that presence of lust returned and lived
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