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Corpses
“
My aching, bloodied fingers dug into dented armour and clammy, stiff flesh as I heaved away the last of the High Fae corpses piled atop the fallen Illyrian soldier.
The dark hair, the golden-brown skin... The same as Cassian's.
But it was not Cassian's death-grey face that gaped at the sky.
My breath whooshed from me, my lungs still raw from roaring, my lips dry and chapped.
I needed water- badly. But nearby, another set of Illyrian wings poked up from the piled dead.
I mumbled and lurched
...more
”
― A Court of Wings and Ruin
― A Court of Wings and Ruin
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In death, corpses don't hold themselves together. They no longer have to play by the living's rules.
...more
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― From Here to Eternity: Traveling the World to Find the Good Death
― From Here to Eternity: Traveling the World to Find the Good Death
