“He squinted, as if he could shut out my damned, unreasonable request, then relaxed and opened his eyes again. "I'm an Aeolus, okay?" "A what?" Kat asked. "Like on a breast?" Scott looked at him in confusion. Kat buried her face in one of her hands. "Like a windkeeper, you jackass.”
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Robert J. Crane,
Soulless