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He stumped along now with the book under his arm, eyes bright. So, this was what a faithful servant of the gods, heroic and beloved, ended up looking like.
Whatever sins the stranger had committed, he had surely paid. Mercy, High Ones. Not justice, please, not justice. We would all be fools to pray for justice.
“The Lady of Spring must love you dearly.”
“As a teamster loves his mule that carries his baggage,” said Cazaril bitterly, “whipping it over the high passes.”
“I’d storm heaven for you, if I knew where it was.”
“It was very foolish of you, to attack that vile Roknari galley-man.”
“Yes.”
“And yet, I think, given the same circumstances, you would do it again.”
“Knowing what I know now…it would be harder. But I would hope…I would pray, Royse, that the gods would still lend such foolishness in my need.”
“What is this astonishing foolishness, that shines brighter
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Cazaril cleared his throat uncomfortably. “You must be very virtuous, I suppose.”
“No, in fact. One need not be good. Or even nice.” Umegat looked wry of a sudden. “Grant you, once one experiences…what one experiences, one’s tastes change. Material ambition seems immaterial. Greed, pride, vanity,
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Will Wight • City of Light (The Traveler's Gate Trilogy Book 3)
Cazaril melted, and was cupped in Her hands. He thought She drank him, siphoning him out of the violent concatenation of the dy Jironal brothers and the demon, who shot away elsewhere. He was blown from Her lips again, back down in a tightening spiral through the great slash in the world that was his death, and once again into his body. Dy
... See moreMercy’s mother was sheathed in a violet dress and wore silver chains in her hair and around her neck, all set with amethysts. Her hair drifted like part of the shadows, and she tapped black lips with fingernails of purple crystal as she walked.