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1 " I don’t know how much longer I can keep pretending. How long I can contain the storm I am becoming; the emotions pushed aside that grow and strengthen, clamoring for their release. I can resist only so much. One day I won’t be able to fake a smile or weave a lie. One day I am going to explode. "
― Tabi Card , Spinner (Spun Again Tales)
2 " I know I play with danger every time I swim, but I need this. I’m Mer and the ocean is mine. "
― Tabi Card , Mersong
3 " Magic isn’t something that can be explained: it simply is. It takes while it gives. So” – the spinner steps closer, his outstretched hand demanding – “I have given you magic, and now it must be paid. "
4 " The ocean has a voice, one that haunts me with its music every moment I’m awake. Even in my dreams it tugs on me, building the ache inside my bones until I can’t ignore who I am. My mother says the water is dangerous, that beyond the innocent whitecaps they’re waiting, but I never hear her over the call of the sea. "
5 " I’m a natural-born ninja saddled with the awkward grace of a drunk camel. "
6 " But now this is where the tale takes a turn. About a year hence, when the Weaver’s daughter gave birth to a son, and the spinner came for the child, she gave it to him without fear. For it was their child, born in love instead of terror. ☐☐ "
7 " Tomorrow morning I am going to die. "
8 " People are more than silly,” the spinner’s voice is suddenly dark, “they’re cruel. "
9 " His movements are slow, wary, and I’m reminded of a wild animal. I tell myself to be calm, but my heart doesn’t listen – it skitters about in my chest like the silly thing it is. "
10 " You are quiet, Greta,” the king says, picking up one of my hands, “so quiet it’s easy to forget you exist.” He swallows; closes his eyes and presses my hand against his cheek. “But I will remember you, I give you my word.” His eyes open. “Will…will you let me try?”He is vulnerable in this moment, so vulnerable it seems impossible. I search his features and find that he is not pretending. He doesn’t think of me as the weaver girl with magic; he sees me as something else now – something far more. "
