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Ash said: 216?
The coronet and sword of Boisblanc were gone.
YKL said: Turnips, asparagus…I predict more vegetables.
There are definitely some peas yet, YKL!
81, 181, 281
“What? You don’t like bloodthirstiness?”
And she would remember that her death had come unjustly, and for a time, she would forget to count the stars.
It took all his willpower to nod and mean it, to not secretly tell himself in the back of his mind that he would lie to her, that he would make the promise and then break the promise.
Mary said: 279, 127, 194
The thorns were their protection as much as their cage.
How could he say, he was afraid that he was a witch?
I know as much about curses and magic as you do.
Steve Buchheit said: 143
Finally, the lancet tip turned palest straw yellow. At last. Sand quenched his first lancet in his slake bucket, and began the next one.
glossaria said: 121, 172, or 304?
He said nothing and she said nothing, as his warm fingers twined with hers.
She handed the bowl back, and at first he thought this was a protest against the turnips.
Somewhat behind her and to the right, on what looked to be an actual throne, sat the Queen.
Small Review said: what fun! Let’s try… 220, 2, 111
“Shhh. Just go to sleep, my lady. Let yourself fall.”
Sand stepped over the broken mantel and crest, shedding ashes on the phoenix’s and swan’s painted feathers as he went.
He worried that once the work started, and she grew tired and dirty, Perrotte might think herself debased, a noble girl learning a peasant’s craft. But when she looked up at him from her first bout with the hammer, trembling with effort and exhilaration, and bearing a streak of ash across her brow, he saw only fierce happiness on her face.
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