‘Do you enchant every arrow you use? I didn’t even know you could do that. Magic is too strong sometimes.’
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‘Do you enchant every arrow you use? I didn’t even know you could do that. Magic is too strong sometimes.’
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❝Iliya-- you startled me.❞ Cullen breathed, setting a hand on his chest, looking toward the boy in his doorway.
❝Can I help you?❞
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"---Oh! Oh, goodness gracious, par--” He’s bumped shoulders, so carelessly. The hallway is small, bricked with stone, clumpt with mortar and stinking of wet iron in this castle, this fortress. The place where the sky was held back. And in the dawning of reason, in the scent of second Sense, he feels something. “--don me.”
Unnatural. Flat, dulled soul. Roland mistakes it for a sociopath, and eyes the one bumped with a guarded look. “I did not mean my frail gracelessness.” He tucks his chin in an emphasizing nod. “Please forgive me.”