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1 " ... Blood pounded inside his skull.The pounding became more distinct. A thundering and a racing of hoofs, rising like a storm over the hills to the north. The triumphant baying of the Saxon war-horns was echoed by others, more distant. These were higher, shriller, the prelude to the storm.Cavalry bugles. Bedwyr's lungs were full of smoke and blood, else he would have laughed.The dragon had come at last. "
― David Pilling , Artorius (Leader of Battles #2)
2 " I have to find a place to hideAn island in the seaSurrounded by a racing tideWhere I can live with me "
― , Groomed
