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1 " I leaned toward him and whispered, "I'm drowning. Save me." But when I tried to grasp his shoulder my hand passed through him."I'm over here," he said.I said, "No wonder I can't touch you. You're dead too." Or perhaps I didn't say it. "
― Sarah Micklem , Wildfire (Firethorn, #2)
2 " You still haven't said where you come from. Where is your home?"I said, "I am a sheath, so home is wherenever my shade, my blade is. "