Gilly and the twins are sleeping like logs.
Come, you ravening hordes! (Or should I say hordettes, since there are few of you.)Drag us back to your lair for ransom!
Just don't forget the bag of baby supplies so conveniently left for you by the side of the cradle.
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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