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41 " The world is an old tongue softly whispered, but the sound of it is getting hoarser. I can feel my own thoughts getting away from me, not as they did before, when I was younger, in a tumult, but atrophying, fading into static, stony nothing. I am becoming glimpses of myself. "
― Deirdre Sullivan , Savage Her Reply
42 " Fer Tuinne, could play well enough to enchant a hall. Well enough, it was said, that he could soothe a warrior in battle-fury or a woman in the throes of giving birth to a peaceful sleep. Make them forget the anger, or the pain. And for a time, my new home was like that. But music fades, and there are things you can't escape entirely. "
43 " I was beautiful. I was no longer beautiful. I was difficult. "
44 " You cannot trust a story. Even mine. Remember that. "