Laszlo passed me the garments and then surveyed the room. "Now we must choose a weapon for you. A sword, I think. You'd look just like a valkyrie." "No," I said, shaking my head. "No, not that, please. I don't want to be the woman who guides souls off a battlefield." I don't want to be the reason you or anyone dies fighting Birsha. Laszlo blinked through the shine of his glasses. "You're right. An Amazon's spear then. Hippolyta was about your height." "You have Hippolyta's spear?" I asked. My mother had told me stories about the queen of the Amazons, daughter of the god Ares. She was a
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