“Easy for you to say. You’re old,” she said. But she sounded uncertain. “I’ve had plenty of practice,” I said. “Face it, I’ve been everything. What I don’t know about the Worlds could fit inside a hazelnut. I’ve been young and old, a demon and a god, a man, a woman, a bird, a horse, I’ve soared over Bif-rost in falcon-guise, and raised the armies of the dead. I’ve seduced, and been seduced—killed and been killed. And, whatever else I was, I was always fabulous—”
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