Jon Sheets

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Even in my woman’s rage I had man enough about me to cry out, ‘Ward yourself, Bardia,’ before I fell on him. It was of course the craziest attempt for a girl who had never had a weapon in her hand before. Even if I had known my work, the lame foot and the pain in my side (to breathe deep was agony) disabled me.
Till We Have Faces: A Myth Retold
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