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1 " Not enough. With only this much, I’m afraid the flavor won’t set in.” Orthos flicked his tail. “Some Archlords do eat intelligent sacred beasts.” “There’s one such Archlord before you now. Be silent and marinate. "
― Will Wight , Bloodline (Cradle, #9)
2 " Lindon watched the mug as though committing it to memory might help him somehow. “Pardon, but I couldn’t transport the mug directly from the shelf to the table without my authority.” “I can,” Eithan said, rolling up his sleeves. “Let me show you.” His smile dropped and his eyes sharpened. He held out his hands, focusing his will. Then he grabbed the mug, lifted it, and placed it on the other end of the table. “Behold!” he cried. “I have transported the cup! "
3 " He does deserve it,” Malice said. The shadow-arms reached up and swallowed the golden speck whole; Yerin could sense nothing of him anymore, and she couldn’t be sure if Malice had erased the dragon or transported him somewhere else for capture. “I respect your position,” the Monarch went on. “The rule of humanity is civilization, and civilizations are based on laws. We should not lower ourselves to our base instincts, or we are no better than they.” Malice gave a cold smile. “And while I agree up to a point, there is something to be said for…proportional response.” Yerin surveyed the ravaged valley. “Looks to me like you’ve got your response.” “It is yet far from proportional.” But Malice warmed once again as she faced Yerin. “But they can wait. They are bare of defense before me…thanks to you.” She took Yerin’s hand in both of hers. “How can I bless your life, Yerin? "
4 " cup! "
5 " chance "
6 " Fury finally broke the quiet by clapping his hands together. The entire room shook, and someone down the hall screamed. "
7 " Yerin’s eyebrows lifted. “If I had to pick between you and a rusty spoon, I’d have to think about it first. "
8 " [I’m just savoring the moment. You know, if I didn’t open the door, he couldn’t get in? That means I, and I alone, have the power to determine his fate. It feels good. What do you call that?] “Megalomania?” Eithan suggested. [Oh, I like that word. Let’s go with that.] "
9 " I will expect you all to carry me like a rescued princess,” Eithan declared. "