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She’s still not beautiful. I think I may be half in love with her, and I still wouldn’t call her beautiful. And it doesn’t seem to matter at all.
“A gnole’s your friend. A gnole tells you if a human’s about to do something a gnole won’t like, hey?”
Her eyes were full of wolves and shadows, snow and thornlight. She would have him go to empty places and hold them against those who would destroy them. When he fell at last, ravens would carry bits of his flesh away on black wings and make one final use of his sacrifice.
He sounded very matter-of-fact about it. The sky was blue, the night was dark, he was going to kill them.
Caliban held her and thought, There is a person in this world who feels safe in my arms.
This was the paladin’s voice as she’d never heard it, with the full power of a god behind it, a voice that spoke to the nerves and the skin and the soul as much as the ears. It no longer said, Trust me. It said, Obey.
