The room behind me was dark. 'Thief,' intoned a lovely voice in the blackness...
'You have seen my twin,' the Weaver hissed softly-- with a hint of wonder. 'I smell him on you.'...
Somewhere deep in the room, I FELT her move. Felt her stand. And take a step toward me.
'What are you,' the Weaver breathed.
'You have seen my twin,' the Weaver hissed softly-- with a hint of wonder. 'I smell him on you.'...
Somewhere deep in the room, I FELT her move. Felt her stand. And take a step toward me.
'What are you,' the Weaver breathed.
( Sarah J. Maas )
[ A Court of Wings and Ruin ]
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