Jack Vance Quote

An enemy, perhaps. Ah, so simple. Liane will kill you ten men. Two steps forward, thrust — thus! He lunged. And souls go thrilling up like bubbles in a beaker of mead.

Jack Vance

An enemy, perhaps. Ah, so simple. Liane will kill you ten men. Two steps forward, thrust — thus! He lunged. And souls go thrilling up like bubbles in a beaker of mead.

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