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When they come in heat, they head-butt and rampage like bulls, not a drop of blood saved for their brains in favor of their balls.
Speaking truth.
“It is my aim in life to leave an impression and I don’t much care for ensuring it be a good one.”
Yes Esra!!
Dawsyn’s family withstood the reaping of an inherited curse, and what did those in Terrsaw do? They prayed. The people on the Ledge will continue to starve, freeze, fall, and have their souls harvested from their very bodies, and the people of the valley will fall to their knees before a stone carving in thanks. Dawsyn cannot think of a thing less helpful.
“Fear, Miss Dawsyn,” Salem says. “They might not’ve liked the deal – and some wanted her killed because of it – but the alternative meant offerin’ their own neck to the blade, an’ in the end, people ain’t so noble.
No they are not.
Easier to disapprove in silence, build shrines, an’ pray their guilt away. She has her hand in the Glacian King’s pocket, love. No one is willin’ to cut off a hand like that.”
Preach Stacey!
