Table of Contents | 18 December 2000
Samaelle had relinquished her armor and black wings in favor of a tank top and ragged denim shorts. She kept her sword, strapped firmly to her back, but no mortal would see it. They never did, until the last moment.
[Butler's] willingness to explore the range of arousal, intimacy and attraction between unlikely bedfellows may make us uneasy, but it is always believable.
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