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Isn’t “necromantrix” a nice word?
@JonathanLHoward romantic interest for Cabal? or female rival?
@DaveMcKinnon23 You’ll find out soon enough. Well, in eighteen months.
@JonathanLHoward that’ll be both, then
@DaveMcKinnon23 Or one. Or neither.

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Real history was unromantic, steeped in greed and blood and abject eye-rolling stupidity. An endless parade of putative Ozymandiases marching off to glory before snapping off at the ankles in the depth of the desert: that was human history. Every now and then there would be the pretence of civilisation, but soon enough the restless, hateful, atavistic hearts of humanity would tear down the towers and slide back into barbarism, squealing with glee. Decadence loves the taste of blood, even though it is poison.

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Leonie Barrow looked at him with a strange expression, her pale skin blue and shadowed by the failing light, her eyes dark and bottomless. “Cabal…” she whispered.
“Yes?” he replied.
“How—” She paused, searching for the words. Her gaze fell, and then rose again, and she looked deep into his eyes. “How did you ever become so very fucked up?