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1 " 'Aeric!' Grayson exclaimed, with genuine delight. 'You're not dead yet?' 'Not yet,' Aeric replied, looking pleased with his continued viability. 'But I keep trying. And so do you, I hear!' "
― L.S. Baird, , Evensong's Heir (Songbirds of Valnon, #1)
2 " 'Translations,' Lateran said scornfully, examining the bruises along Kestrel's ribs. 'Like caressing your lover through a burlap sack. You get the gesture of the thing, but not the nuance, and it is overall an irritating experience.' "
