Kruttika Nadig

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The storm grew close, ’til it chewed his heels. Upon his neck, Fleet felt its chill. Its breath of ice was all around, a mouth of night and wings of frost. Its voice was of the breaking rocks; its song was of the crashing rain.’
Words of Radiance (The Stormlight Archive, #2)
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