Magog

"Where is she?" demanded a heavy, thick-sounding man's voice.
I couldn't see the source of the voices from amidst the fake wilderness until I glanced up. Light and shadow played together in the room and conspired to create a reflective surface for me upon one of the panels of glass on the ceiling. Three of the Denarians had gathered on the bleacher seats. The one who spoke looked like nothing so much as a big, leathery gorilla, except for the goat's horns and heavy claws.
"Shut up, Magog," snarled Mantis Girl. "I can't think with you running your stupid mouth."


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