Clan Pagoramatu

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“Surrender?” Smythe echoed when she had been told the prince’s words. “We wish to stop fighting. To make peace as equals.”

“Equals?” Aranata said. “The Aeta have no equals.” I should have recognized that statement for what it was: a warning that our negotiations were doomed from the start. But I had come too far and hoped for too long to see the truth I would not hear. I had hoped the Cielcin would be all like Uvanari. But Uvanari had been beaten, and the prince was not the captive soldier I had killed. “You would have us serve you!” he said. “And for this they will expect me to turn on Hasurumn, on Pagoramatu, and the others? Is this the way?”

Howling Dark, Chapter 57: The Prince of Hell

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