"In matters of intelligence, precision counts." Obatala was a tenor, but the ode
of his spirit reflected someone less strenuous. Perhaps even a soprano.
"Soprano?" the mind-reader who sat next to Pharaoh raised his eyebrow.
"Ono?" Pharaoh asked.
"Obatala," the mind-reader said, looking in my direction. "Obatala."
Friday, March 9, 2007
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