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Because I am lost. And I do not know the way.
You do not yield.
You do not yield.
It is time that we became better than our foremothers.” The words she had given the Thirteen months ago. “There is a better world out there,” she said again. “And I will
fight for it.” She turned Abraxos away, toward the plunge behind them. “Will you?”
“We are the Thirteen,” she
said. “From now until the Darkness claims us.”
Her name was Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius. And she would not be afraid.
Elide laughed again. “Lord Lorcan Lochan?”
I laughed so hard at this!
