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syrenya
trialla
distrada
khav
rabble of the road spewing views on their betters in the company of their betters.
grele,
What, Devin d’Asoli asked himself grimly, did a person have to do to get a drink in Astibar?
pinch-buttocked,
If you are wise you’ll leave a tithe at each of the temples tomorrow.
sonrai
“We do what we always do. We make music. We move on.”
syrenya-players,
“Why didn’t you tell me before that you liked it dangerous?”
How had he known?
“Tigana.”
My name . . . my true name is Devin di Tigana bar Garin.”
I’m afraid the singing career of Devin d’Asoli may be over just as it truly begins.”
“It is over,” Devin said quietly. “It ended when I learned my name.”
How do I enforce that if you bring them up yourself?”
“It is just the music. You both know that.”
“I’m only afraid that the music will kill us both one of these days.”
“Well met, indeed!
a contraina association
vowed to kill herself in some dreadfully dramatic way if she isn’t married by the Festival next year.”
Besides,” she ventured, “I may need your help tying Selvena down later.”
saishan
ygras,
mahgoti tea
He’d wondered what it was like to have had to kill his son. Even to outlive his sons.
grele.
Don’t waste your youth, my dear.”
“I was waiting for you and I’d made myself beautiful for you but you didn’t come.”
“You tired her out and came here wanting more? I can tell you—”
This is not a dream, he told himself. Not a dream.
laren moss
“You have condemned me to sour milk and spoiled meat for a month.”
How did one deny a mother, dying, a message to her only living child?
Do you trust this message?
maracco
Who wanted to be rooted in the soil of Brandin’s hate?
if the leaders were all like this then there were truly great men here before the fall.
“They don’t like ale in Ferraut! You know that.”
“Then we’ll have to drink it ourselves,” Sandre said,
The language of the body, Catriana thought, could be heard far too clearly sometimes.
“Shall we spend the day here telling each other what splendid people we think we are?”
“And I haven’t even given you the potion!”
Should I be flattered?”
contraina
Oh, my dear, she was thinking. Oh, Scelto, you will undo me yet.
Could such a thing be allowed, however pure the cause?
