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The slake-moth wheeled nervously over the dangerous city and headed for home.
2
They were equipped specifically to defend against slake-moths, in case of escapes.
3
But to move quickly, he realized, was to risk the slake-moth's attention.
4
That way, they kept the slake-moth behind them, visible in the mirrors.
5
They did not move fast, and the slake-moth did not seem concerned.
6
The slake-moth immolated itself, immersed itself in the torrential blasts of power.
7
From below its abdomen, the slake-moth pulled out a great, soft globe.
8
We carried, however, enough in our water-bottles to slake our own thirst.
9
It could keep the red thirst at bay, but never slake it.
10
That is why I cannot be exact about where the slake-moths are.
11
As he watched in horror, Isaac saw the slake-moth pull Shadrach upright.
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Barbile was squirming and screaming in the complex embrace of the slake-moth.
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Coils of the thick leather wound almost instantly around the slake-moth's neck.
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Yagharek hurled the lit oil-lamp against the back of the slake-moth's head.
15
What happens when you cannot slake the hate? And so Ke fasted.
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We slake our thirst, let the warm water pour over our itching bodies.
