It was a cold day in hell when someone dared hang up on the White God, the Defender of Mankind, the Tamer of Evil.
I visited dear Tamer and spent most of the day with him and his records.
The keeper of ancient Immortal histories, Tamer was able to read scripts from the time-before-time.
The door to the secret library was open, as if Tamer expected him.
Muscular and dark-skinned, Tamer was hunched over the table in the center of the room, putting the final magic touches on a new compass.
Tamer had translated them, but they meant little to Gabriel.
"Alright. Here's another," Tamer said and held out the compass.
Tamer motioned to his library.
Tamer rustled through a notebook.
Tamer was pensive for a moment.
"I saw something in an ancient text," Tamer mumbled.
"You need to test it, but it reads like the original," Tamer said.
Gabe knew without touching his mind that Tamer wasn't the one who had betrayed him.
Tamer took it then handed it back.
Tamer shot him a look.
"I don't have much time, Tamer," Gabe said.
"Quick notes on what I think I know," Tamer said, scribbling on a piece of paper.
Tamer gave a salute.
When they left Deidre's apartment, Andre was headed to ask his half-brother, Tamer, for help researching histories for more information.
If Tamer didn't find the tidbit of history from the time-before-time about forced soul extraction, the plan was never going to have more than a five percent chance of working, even with Wynn.
I'm going to pick up more compasses from Tamer, Gabe said.
Still have an idea of what Kiki and Tamer are doing but no idea what Erik is doing.
His three other half brothers were already present and waiting, Erik pacing, Kiki at the table, and Tamer busy with his PDA.
"I don't believe any of this nonsense," Tamer insisted.
The party soon forgot its disappointment, however, and we sat down, not to venison, but to a tamer feast of veal and roast pig.