The battle was done. Darius was on his knees, head bowed and more exhausted than he’d ever been. He was bruised and bloodied, but alive, Firesong st...ll flickering in his fist. Sadly, Strider had not survived, the noble white stallion had fallen shortly after the first charge. All around him, Men, Elves, Dwarves and the other forces of the light rejoiced, cheering one word again and again; “Sunblade! Sunblade! Sunblade!”He wished he could be as cheerful. Raising his head, he surveyed the. She managed a smile at the agents. Her purse was hung over her neck like it was a horse's oat bag. The last ten days of campaigning on the Left Coast has left her totally exhausted."How is he?" she asked of Chris."We peeked in about fifteen minutes ago and he was sleeping comfortably," Fern replied."Is he snoring?"Both agents shook their heads."Shit!" she growled. she loved having him snoring her ear. It was like a pacifier for her. Other women hated their husbands snoring, not her. She loved. Her tone was as controlled as she could muster, but when his blue eyes flickered up to look at her, she knew he had heard the irritability in her voice. Then he moved as he leaned forward over the railing and his gaze seemed to pierce through her. ‘If I was you, Miss, I’d get back into that Range Rover and high-tail it outta here. Do the right thing and leave. Now.’ Although his words were hushed, they were no less threatening—or insolent!—than had he yelled them at her. Her eyes grew round as. The other doorway on our left had been the torture room, and that door was locked, so I didn't worry about it.Then I had an idea. I told Ann and Juanita to stay where they were and to make sure that there was no charge at us from the rooms on the right. Ann should shoot enough to keep the men on our right cowering back in the doorways. She could shoot as much as she wanted; her only concern was overheating the gun barrel. That could result in a serious burn, so she had to watch out for that.I.