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1 " Adamant," Doren said proudly, handing over the shield. " We fished it out of the tar pit where we found the shirt of mail." " Probably all belonged to the same careless adventurer," Newel speculated. " Too much money, not enough talent. "
2 " It's Also Tradition to Wear White,I Study Myself in The Mirror Now,as Annabelle Curls My Hair. My Dress is Strapless,Layers of ivorychiffon Floating to The Floor.a Necklace of Diamonds and Rubies Sparkles at My ThroatGarnet Leans Against The Newel Post and Whistles As I Come Down The Stairs. My Cheeks Flush. Have You Been To The Royal Palace Yet? Garnet Asks Me.I Stare at Him for a SecondWondering if He's Joking. Yes, I Say Slowly. You Bumped Into Me at The Exetor's Ball.Did I? Garnet's Eyebrows Pinch Together. HuhWell,You Haven't Seen Anytging Until You've Seen The Winter Ball Decorations.We are Escorted to a Extension Made Entirely of Glass. It is Lit with Thousands of Candles. Giving The Room a Beautiful Golden Glow. The Floor is Made Out Of Blue Glass and Enormous Ice Sculptures Glitter in The Flickering Light. I See What Garnet Meant-The Whole Effect is Magnificent. "
― Amy Ewing
3 " It was likely her due, then, that a familiar voice halted her progress just as she started to ascend the staircase. “You’ve certainly turned the afternoon on its head.” Lucas regarded her with a wry smile from the first landing, his thick brown hair blending into an exceptionally large portrait of Gravethorne’s favorite hounds. “How does it feel to be the most notorious debutante in London?”Sparring with Lucas Bellamy held little appeal to her at the moment, but Amy was incapable of letting a jab go unanswered. She gripped the decorative knob on the newel post and lifted her chin. “Slightly inconvenienced yet decidedly more powerful, I think. "