Grace startedat the end of the line closest to the turbolift, introducing us to ashort, round, round-faced woman whose uniform indicated she was ineng...neering."Moira Makutsi, my Chief Engineer," she said, "and good enough that shecould've given Montgomery Scott a run for his money." Pleased t'meet ye," she said, "shaking our hands."Something else Moira shares with Mr Scott is that she's Scottish," saidGrace, amused by the expression of surprise on our faces."Well, I was raised in me Mum's home. His dark hair curled even more in the dampness. I fought the urge to press upon him and dry myself on his solid, tanned warmth instead."I have a surprise for you," I half-whispered, "but I'd like to change in another room, if I may?"He thought for a moment and nodded. "Turn right, second door. How long should I give you?" The slight smile made my knees wobble."Four minutes." I scampered into the hallway and found what must have been a guest bedroom, where I discarded the towel and extracted a. Perhaps that was why we were studying that particular hell beast. Whatever the reason, it was clear to me that we were studying it to prepare for the final battle.There were other signs that the Apocalypse drew near. One was when the fire-haired demonling was captured by the gods for study one night soon after my clawing tree was erected. They cast spells to control it so that it couldn't change into its true form with cloven hooves and horns of a ram.To plant the seeds of terror into the. She was wearing deep red nail polish and a silver ring on the second toe of her right foot, just as Linh had told her. As she moved her feet around she watched as Paul’s gaze became fixed on them. ‘Do you really think they’re pretty?’ Peggy asked. ‘Yes, very lovely, nice thin ankles, all proportionate in toe and heel size and your curvy high arches, they’re beautiful. Your feet looked so delightfully smooth that it’s hard to fight the temptation to reach down and touch them,’ Paul replied..