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- He bared his teeth. And the weird purple eyes . . . smiled.
- Marcone rose, turned to face the water, and started spinning off defensive spells. Different ones. From each hand. Simultaneously. Evidently, a few years in private tuition with an angelic master of magic as a teacher really got some results.
- Maybe if there was a later, I needed to get back to school myself. The very thought was exhausting.
- Battle Ground Chapter 33, Page 330-331
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