Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Motto: Let no man govern me
Desires: To live her life on her terms
Weapon of Choice: Bow
Description: She wore silk the ruby violet of unripe mulberries with tiny beads scattered like stars winking in the lamplight. Her eyes shined brighter than the lamps or the beads. Dark eyes, deep as oceans and rimmed with broad strokes of kohl. Her skin was tide-kissed sand, warm rich brown. She swayed with liquid grace as if the world gave in so she might move without resistance; air and earth flowing around her softly curved arms and beneath her slender, strong legs. Not a trick of the lamplight or my perception dampened in drink, her magic was real. The others were shadows and dust, dulled to nothingness beside her.
Discussion Questions For Mahamari?
- What does Leures see in her?
- Do you have a favorite scene?
- What’s your favorite quote?
- Does she fear the Skel?
- What does she want from Leures?
- Do you have sympathy for her?
Diomedes emerged in front of me. Raking his wet hair from his forehead, he wiped the water from his eyes and stared at Mahamari. His gaze focused below the water, which played in gentle waves over her breasts. Slowly, his eyes came up to meet hers. “I want you to suck me,” he said. “What’ll you take in exchange?” “Your balls,” she answered without blinking. Raising his eyebrows, Dio looked at me. Mahamari tapped my knee. “I’ve soaked long enough,” she said, rising from the water and starting up the steps. She glanced back at me. Her eyes called me. Her lips shifted a little sadly, turned down at the corners and struggling toward a parting smile that wouldn’t come.GATES THE HOURS KEEP