The Tree Of Life (Lost Civilizations: 3) - Plot & Excerpts
-- Ezekiel 37:2 “I am not convinced of your methods,” Tarag snarled. “High One,” Mimir said, as he bent on one knee, “he’s a stubborn man. And I was under the impression time was critical.” A fire crackled. Sabertooths licked the last bits of meat off wild goat-bones. The air was sharp, the stars cold and clear. “The Seraph does not suspect the truth?” “I think not, High One.” Tarag’s great, glowing cat-eyes showed worry, concern. “I must have the fiery stone,” he rumbled. Mimir nodded, waiting to ask his question. “The guardian Cherub will be strong with the presence of the Celestial Realm,” Tarag said. “I must become accustomed to that.” Here was the chance. Mimir cleared his throat. “What?” “High One, does not the adamant armor, shield and sword confer some of that presence?” Tarag’s eyes flashed. “Thou cunning schemer, giant. You probe and pry, even as you play the faithful servant. Well did thy father choose his ambassador. Rather than calling you ‘the Wise,’ I will call you ‘the Cunning.’ It suits you better.”
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