46]I laughed.What good are the historians? They tell fine stories, but they don't get them right. Certainly not Herodotus, nor Diodorus the Sicilian, ...our hundred years later. And they aren't very good at geography, either. Dramatic and epic poets come nearer to the truth. Aeschylus said we came from Scythia. That was close, but on the wrong side of the Black Sea. Homer, The Poet, wrote that I was born in Thrace. That was too far west. I was born near to where Trabzon was to be founded.I killed. Eagerly he lapped the juices flowing from her as if a dam has burst. Pushing back her hood, he rasped against the tiny neb that was exposed. She raised her hips and squealed at Adam's touch. Squeals quickly morphed into unbridled moans of pleasure. Adam's fingers joined his tongue darting into the inviting flesh that resided between legs now spread wide. Her body began convulsing violently as her moans became screams of delight in between her gasps for air. Shaking uncontrollably, Eve. Tharsas studied the spell, silently mouthing the words and practicing the gestures described. He could feel a warmth building inside him, and knew he was finding the correct pronunciation and inflection. When he reached the last syllable and mouthed it, the heat within him seemed to contract into a tight ball in the pit of his stomach, turning icy cold. It was a far different sensation than he was used to, but unmistakable as the signal he had mastered the spell.He knew exactly where to find. Barbie smiled sadly and replied, "No ... it's OK Megan. I'm past it now because I know you guys are, too. I just hope you guys really have forgiven yourselves and will be able to have a comfortable relationship with each other. After all, you are related ... but you two haven't even spoken to one another since before Brad left for The Academy."Megan turned and looked at her best friend. "Well, no ... we haven't spoken, but Brad did send me a letter. I just got it yesterday and I think you might.