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at all and take power for themselves. Aside from that, Tagshout has been bawling at me to help him plan drills for the Lux to run in the morning.  I'm running them in my head so I can give him my input and still be at the council meeting.”
                  Maddy's lovely brow drew together in a scowl. If Sabre did not already know how his wife felt about Brad Tagshout, her expression would have made it very clear.
                  "If that man doesn't stop running our soldiers ragged, the Milleytes Lux is going to fall for the first time in history, to one of its own generals."
                  "This is important, Madeline. The Lux almost fell to Rondeaux and Melody.  We’ve gotten lazy."
                  "They didn't fall though." Maddy pointed out.  "And it wasn't just Rondeaux and Melody; they threw better than a million soldiers at our boys. Your men faced insane odds and we still won."
                  "Lyric won,” Sabre interjected. “Him, his psychotic demon and that swords woman, Cadence, who I'm told was a member of the Standard. If it weren't for those three, we'd have lost."
                  "I will remain politely skeptical, Noale Sabre.” Maddy said sourly. “Regardless, I know those men almost as well as you do. Tagshout is going to do more harm than good if he doesn't back off."
                  Sabre ran a hand through his hair. He had known Maddy for twenty years and loved her for longer. Her thoughts mattered to him far more than they should considering his position. There was no helping it, though, he loved her with every part of himself.
                  Her voice softened.
                  "I'll make you a plate, general."
                  Sabre grinned.
                  "Thank you, Madelyn."
                  Maddy headed back to the stairs.
                  "By the way," she called over her shoulder.  "There's a man here who insists you'll want to talk to him. Says his name is Fugue."
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                  Back on the road in his unmolested car, Lyric considered who had the power to make zombie trolls, and why they and the rest of the world had suddenly developed a hankering to see Acheron’s head on a stick.
                  "If you’re wondering who can make zombie trolls I’d consider Bonen Tansyon. Rumor had it years ago that she was voodooin’ it up in New Orleans," Acheron leaned forward from the back, her elbows resting on Lyric and Cadence's seats.  
                  “Who is Bonen Tansyon?” Lyric asked.
                  “Another of the Nychta Polemistis. She’s the Power of Good Intentions.”
                  “How many of you are there?”
                  “Seven. Don't worry, the way things are going I'm sure you'll eventually meet us all."
                  "What does Nychta Polemistis mean?"
                  "Night Warriors. We are the strongest warriors of hell. Every hellion draws power from somewhere. Our strength depends on our source. Some have a trickle, some a stream, some a river, etc. The Nychta Polemistis have oceans of power. My own power source, as you know, is the river that runs throughout hell. Anyway, Bonen Tansyon has the juice to make zombies out of trees if she wanted to, she could handle making some zombie trolls. The important question is, why would she want my head?  I have a lovely head, which is attached to other lovely things; things Bon herself has enjoyed in the past. Plus, I really have been extremely well behaved since getting hitched to your candy ass.  Add to that my willingness to put up with your adorably violent and completely unnecessary pet and I think I deserve an honorary doctorate in awesome bitchonomics."
                  "Are you able to speak without being