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“As she sat there, her feeling of loneliness increased. And this was strange, because she had always been solitary, and did not usually feel lonely when alone. But she watched Gina with Adam and- -and she realized that she wasn't happy being solitary anymore. But the person she was happiest with wasn't a person. It was Periapt. Being with him was like being with the perfect companion. He was clever. He was kind, at least to her- though he had been scathing with the fox, and once or twice with Cleo, whom he regarded as being rather too full of herself. They found the same kinds of things funny, they enjoyed the same sorts of books, and it was getting so that they could finish each other's sentences. She was never happier than when she was curled up with him, having a lively discussion over some obscure point in a book. In fact, simply being with him made her happy- happy in a way that no human male had ever made her feel. Maybe it was simply that he didn't take long, doubtful glances at her oculars, or act polite while all the time he was actually bored. That realization made her feel very odd indeed. And she wasn't entirely sure what to make of it.”

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One Good Knight

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Mercedes Lackey
Mercedes Lackey

Mercedes Lackey is an American fantasy author known for her rich imagination and profound character development. Her works span a wide range of genres from children's literature to adult fantasy, with her most famous series including 'The DRUID Sequence' and 'The Elven Knight Series'. Lackey's writing is praised for its respect for diverse cultures and its focus on gender equality. more

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