Koraima Garza

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The words slipped out of me, low and twisted, “Does he know?” The Suriel clenched the robes of its new cloak in its bone-fingers. “Yes.” “For a long while?” “Yes. Since—” “No. He can tell me—I want to hear it from his lips.”
A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2)
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