Silas

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“There you are,” Corb said, his tone approving. “I knew you had to be inside all of that ice somewhere. Gather all the power you wish, old woman. You know who you are, and so do I. You are no one.” Mab’s face twisted in very human-looking fury, and that scared me more than anything I’d seen in a good long while.
Peace Talks (The Dresden Files, #16)
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