. unless you already know the adopted name and are able to work from both ends.”I looked directly at Master Randolph. “You weren’t nearly adopte..., Woody. You WERE adopted by the Williamson family. And you grew up as Randolph Williamson. It must have been quite a surprise to you when I... and the Inner Circle... imprisoned your brother William. That was when you contacted your other brothers and began a plot to kill everyone who brought him down.”“This is preposterous,” Master Randolph. Their offpsrings had these abilities. All those with his blood could do this. There were only a few bloodlines, my mother and father each from a different one.It was why my father wanted me to be his queen. To breed a son.The feyhound was a construct that Aingeal made with her faerie magic. She wove the dog-shaped thing out of twigs and wicker, forming a hound made out of woven wood with a leave for a tongue and a huge cock for her own perverse pleasure. When we fought with Keythivak, one of. Some of my colleagues though of it as kissing up to the boss but eventually admitted to themselves that I treated them with the same courtesies. There was no favoritism. In fact they had all kidded me when I unconsciously extended the courtesies to Raul, our very effeminate artist. Raul loved it so I continued to do so. Most of our office was female. I was a thirty-six year old, nearly handsome divorced father with a mother and a daughter living in my house. I went to the gym regularly and. Ellie took charge of her personally and bathed and comforted her.Gee had been on the go the entire time, first, simply meeting the children and then reading to small groups. No matter the age, the children all seemed mesmerized by his voice when he read, enjoying equally the simplest picture books and chapter books provided by Ms. Tomczyk, the librarian. His walking stick was casually leaned against the wall behind his reading chair and a few children were brave enough to reach out and touch.