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A desperate sob heaved out of him. His cheeks were wet with sweat and tears, his knuckles bled, and his mouth tasted of iron.

'Forgive me,' he said thickly. 'Forgive me, Kitston Glade.'

'A heartbeat later, his sword gashed open her shoulder.'

"If a little water can defeat you, you cannot hope to ride a dragon, or guard the sea, and this is not a place for you."

"They knew nothing of the orange tree."

"Though his wings looked fragile as spidersilk, they were strong enough to whip up a typhoon."