This is a guy who has seen some shit in his time, but they haven't ever seen this guy like this before. He's just radiating 'I know something that you...guys don't' and they are hooked. You could shut off the booze and they'd still sit there and listen and he knows it too. The photos on the wall are finally going to be talked about? Okay, they're damn good and well hooked and he winks at his kid, who's slightly awed by this side of her dad she's never seen before.He pick up a cell phone from out. .. all the text and voice messages you left for Seth came to my phone." He took his Blackberry from his pocket and manipulated it. "See? Here they are."She regarded him in stunned bewilderment. "How?" I can think of three possibilities -- either the cell company re-assigned Seth's number to me ... or, when he gave you his number, you garbled it ... or, he gave you a bogus number."Her jaw dropped and she blushed beet red. Tears began to flow down her face."I didn't reply right away because I was. Her messages in the pub had confused me. The last one seemed so different. ‘If Bronwyn says no, think about the sister.’ I couldn’t stop thinking about Gwen. But I had wanted Bronwyn. I still want Bronwyn. Or do I? Has her response to my proposal changed my attitude to her? Perhaps it has. An answer of ‘No, not yet’ would have been easier to accept than the apparent ‘I don’t know’. There was no one at work I would want to discuss it with, and anyway, none of them knew Bronwyn or Gwen. My other. If Medusa died on this journey, he didn’t know if he could take it.He breathed deep, and stared out at the mountain before them through the eye-slits of his ebony helmet. It wasn’t just Medusa’s life making him nervous, it was Otrera. He remembered sinking that sword through her shoulder, deep and hard enough that the wound would have bled out anyone. He remembered the thrill of the kill as he butchered and slaughtered her entire tribe. Over a hundred women, battle-hardened, sword and shield.