‘The bindings,’ I said breathlessly. His grin at me was alarmingly alluring – that grin of whirling thoughts, of the Silent Death spinning his spider’s web around his unsuspecting victims. ‘Yes, obviously they want the bindings,’ Lyn burst out, throwing up her arms again, ‘but we can’t use the bloody things yet! We have absolutely no idea which binding belongs to whom! And as long as we don’t even know where to start looking—’ ‘We could promise them they’ll be first in line once we know, though,’ Tared said slowly. ‘Not that I like it much, but from a strategic perspective, that would probably
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