Six Sentence Sunday 015.
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Semjaza snorted at that. "Indeed not -- humans are to serve us, not the other way round. Continue."
"Of course, Sire," Azazel paused to gather his thoughts. "Remiel also has a house in the land called America," he said cautiously, "Ishtahar, your wife, spends a lot of her time working with damaged humans that are protected by Agrat bat Mahlat."
Semjaza smiled a small, fond smile, "My beloved was ever attentive to the needs of the less fortunate . . . my sons, Azazel, tell me of my sons."
From "No Shadows Fall", book three of The Archangel Chronicles.
