"She leaned up slowly and kissed his brow. He carefully laid her into his arms. He winced when she gave a small moan of pain. She tried not to show how much pain she really was in. His tears flowed once more. 'Little one, there isn't much time left. I am beginning to feel the cold touch of Death now. I curse Xoraythian and his descendants that they will be hunted down and slaughtered until his lineage disappears. I place you and your descendants to fulfill this curse for many generations to come. Goodbye my son. Remember what I have taught...' Her voice fades into silence." All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the publishers, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review to be printed in a newspaper, magazine or journal. First printing. All characters in this book are fictitious, and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
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