Of all my family, Eloki was the very best at being at the time and place most inconvenient to his enemy's. The only way you knew Eloki was in a room w...s if he wanted you to." Aromir go to the weapons rack to your left." It wasn't a rack, it was a wall. Not like any conventional wall, because conventional walls stop before going out of sight. This wall didn't share that trait. Astounded Aromir cursed."Do not be daunted by these tools of death. They become an extension of your body and likewise. "She laughed, a surprisingly deep and buttery sound she developed at puberty. "You’re not a sexually-repressed housewife, and you’re not a teenage girl who's yet to be fucked properly, so decidedly unlikely.”He didn't know what to say, so she added, "Eloise," and shook his hand. Not that Southern Belle limp at the wrist offering, but a break-my-wrist or I'll-break-yours exchange."Do you have another name?" he managed, miming soothing his hand."You don't like the one I gave you?" No, I meant, do. My seven daughters are already a handful (I mean that in the nicest possible way) which means they will probably all be high-maintenance princesses because—despite our best efforts—we spoil them with love and attention. To compound my troubles, they're all going to be gorgeous, so I already bought a home engraving kit to stencil the names of would-be suitors into bullets for my .44 Magnum.After the quads were born, Katie and Melinda went back to work while Leah stayed home with me for as much. None of us spoke. Whoever was there clearly took silence as consent to enter. The door opened and in walked the farmer. “Now I need to have words with you about complaints about last night’s noise….” He stopped. It had taken a moment or two for his eyes to adjust from the sunlight outside to the shade of the Yurt. As they did, he took in the scene. We were frozen in shock. “Oh, what goings on do we have here then?” He said, almost to himself. None of us answered. His eyes took in each of us in.