“SAME” на французском языке

Same day, same time, ten years from now.

Same with Taryn.

Same every time.

Same type of rush.

Same with his guitar.

Same as it ever was,” said Sam as he exited into the corridor.

Same as on the ships he’d sailed, because slaver galleys picked up oar-slaves and sail-slaves from all over, with as many names and skins and voices as you cared to conjure and all with their own gods and devils and cities and songs, and there wasn’t a sail-slave he’d met yet who could be bothered with getting his tongue around any name too long to be shouted across the deck in one loud bark.