Ryn's names

Projectors on all sides displayed forty-foot images that mimicked the laptop’s display. She was surrounded by Set the Pretender. He was a dark-skinned man with chiseled features, black eyes, and extensive tattooing on his hands and bald scalp that disappeared into a white kurta. He knelt, bowing his head to her. “Erynis. A pleasure.”
“If it is, come meet me,” she beckoned.
“I cannot help thinking that would be a… poor decision.” His mouth did something that might have been mockery.
She bore her teeth at him.
“You have many names, though none pleasant. Erynis—the implacable one. Adrasteia—the one from whom there’s no escape. Nemesis? Yes, that has a certain foreboding ring, doesn’t it? Let’s not forget Lailah—pretty. At least to the tongue. Not so pretty for those who crossed you.”
“My deeds speak for me, not that tangle of names that clutch at history. Tell me. What are your deeds?” She approached the computer.


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