Amber was who I considered my true soul mate to be. I would give my life for her, and in a way, I already had.I was miserable because I felt caught be...ween the two girls at the moment, and I couldn’t fix that in any way that I could devise. I wanted to be able to tell the whole world all about the love that I had found with Amber. I wanted to revel in our relationship, yet I couldn’t. I was also miserable because I was greedy on some level and wanted to have them both somehow.I had entertained. And I didn’t know she was obsessed with me.” “I don’t blame you for anything, Susan. I’ve come to you for advice.” “Advice?” “Yes. I’ve taken on the task of acting as Amna’s agent. I just want to find out more about the industry she’s working in. Would you like to join me for a meal?” “I’ve got nothing else arranged. Where have you got in mind?” “La Maison Déclassé,” Fatima suggested, mentioning a restaurant that was known to be both expensive and fashionable. Susan readily agreed and the two. " And who's to pay, if he comes only to find that this thing has gone? Master Sorcerers cost dearly." So do oxen. So do men. Whatever that thing was, it could have killed us all. Would have, had the sun been a little brighter." His voice dropped as he considered this. "A demon that feeds on light. I don't know..."He didn't even notice Chorgo's newly respectful expression turn sour as he hurried back to his books. He had brought all of his texts with him, thick volumes that had been paid for by. Then Tim, with a somewhat strange expression on his face, asks Abbie if the bed and mattress are hers or came with the flat. Abbie tells him she had brought the bed with her. “Then we should take it too,” Tim says, “It is in much better condition than the one in the spare room, and it does have some of our history.”Abbie grins at him, understanding.They carry the first items and then more boxes and bundled dresses to the car until it is overflowing. Looking at the clock, seeing they have a.