#evil house asks

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Glass

The saturated gold from outside flashed in the grooves of names carved into window glass, and the voices of those who left them seemed to whisper again through the light.

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got any body words like hands, teeth, etc?

I’ve got so many hands and so many teeth. Lotta bones, some literal some figurative. This sentence has some teeth and other body parts.

Vandorus leaned his head away from Lalichai to keep the man from breaking his jaw with the back of his skull, and let a hush slip between his own grit teeth to try and settle him.

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oh what about kiss?

Yes, even kisses!

A salvaged memory rose in her mind of an unintelligible but multitudinous voice echoing in the dark, of a midwinter kiss laid to her ear, of words caught in her throat like swallowed glass.

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mmmm "blue"

Many things are blue at Lacrimore. SUCH A SOMBER COLOR I had 11 sentences to choose from.

The moon moved in a slow cycle around the arched window panes and its blue light marched across the floor as regimented as the hand of a well-maintained clock.

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tear

They’ll tear your name from you.

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“Softly, angrily” for the Lacrimore word thingy?

No angrily, but many softlys!

Vandorus was quiet, and then softly said, “Is it so wrong to want to be remembered?” 

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bright or luminous

He tried to remember the taste of tea—not the tinny watered-down weeds Fel grudgingly prepared—but real tea, rich and strong and bright with fruit peel.

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song?

This one’s from the same place as that other line about tea.

He envied her the trip to the market she’d be making in two weeks, where she could sip at bold tea and hear the songs of laundry girls.