Friday 17 April 2009

Cao Yong WINDS OF LOVE

Cao Yong WINDS OF LOVECao Yong Walk In GardenCao Yong VILLA ENCANTADA
Ironfoundersson, the dwarf, came down the mountain specially to make the crown,” said Verence.
“And my brother and Mr. Vittoller’s Men can’t come because they’re touring Klatch, apparently, but Hwel the playsmith has written a special play for the wedding enter-tainment. Something even rustics can’t muck up, he says,” said . And he’ll probably come after you.
Very probably.
Urn.
Maybe not that probably. Because he might be a nice lit-
tle man with gentle runny eyes but he’s also a king and he’sVerence.“So that’s all settled then?” said Verence.Finally, Magrat’s voice returned from some distant apogee, slightly hoarse.“Aren’t you supposed to ask me?” she demanded.“What? Urn. No, actually,” said Verence. “No. Kings don’t ask. I looked it up. I’m the king, you see, and you are, no offense meant, a subject. I don’t have to ask.”Magrat’s mouth opened for the scream of rage but, at last, her brain jolted into operation.Yes, it said, of course you can yell at him and sweep away

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