“Hast thou asked why the wicked Queen of Winter would wish thee to prevent Marcone from being taken by those servants of the darkest shadow? Why she who embodies destruction and death would wish to protect and preserve the Archive?” “I have, actually,” I said. “And what answers hast thou found?” “Gruff,” I said, “I find myself largely clueless about why mortal women do what they do. It will take a wiser man than me to understand what’s in a fae woman’s mind.” Eldest Gruff stared at me blankly for a second. Then he threw back his head and made a sound that…well, more than anything it sounded
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