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a thin-faced elf woman named Invidia,
You have your murder of ravens, your convocation of eagles, your gaggle of geese, your raft of ducks, your band of jays, your parliament of owls, and so on, but what about dragons?
a flock of dragons is called a thunder.
Death, he had come to believe, was a corrosive thing, and the more he was around it, the more it gnawed away at who he was.
I’m a free man, and I’ll insult anyone I choose, whenever I choose, however I choose—even you.
meditating—thinking not of what was to come nor of what had been, but only of what was:
