It wasn’t a province of Rasbi. The only way Romal would change was if it were conquered. He was a man of peace and didn’t want to see the kind of ...iolence that would be involved in conquering Romal.The clash of cultures had prompted even greater radicalism among the followers of Jarjan. Not only did they demand that the followers of Jarjan live by his laws, but so should everyone else. Intolerance was becoming a fact of life. It seemed to him that peaceful coexistence seemed to be a fantasy of. Then two...three...ten...nothing. I don't know too much about ghosts; I've always been pretty neutral on the subject of their existence. But wasn't there supposed to be a gust of wind? A drop in temperature? It would have been easy to tell in this sweatbox, but nothing. My heart sank a little. I guess I'm just another horny college student with an overactive imagination.I pushed the thoughts out of my mind. Mystery solved, there was nothing more to it. Now, if I wanted any hope of getting a. She leapt onto the bed and gently shook him. "Phillip. Phillip Davies, wake up."It took a bit, but he finally came awake and looked over. His voice was ragged, and he had to take many pauses as he spoke. "Morgan? What happened... to you?" Phillip Davies, I am a Leprechaun named Erin. Four months ago, I came to you in your dream and found you wallowing in loneliness, so I took the role of your... your dead child to try to ease your pain."Phillip actually smiled. "That explains... the look.... ”“Only in Russian, and not very often. It doesn’t feel right to swear in English. Though, as I said, I have to be careful around my mom.”“She ran the household?”“Yes. Absolutely. We talked about that when all that craziness with Liz went down last year.”“But not with an iron fist?”“No, absolutely not. Mom’s punishments always seemed to fit the crime, so to speak. I actually got more grief from my confessor than I did my mom. Of course, I understand more about that now than I did growing.