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1 " The daughter prays; the mother listens. "
― Amanda Downum , The Drowning City (The Necromancer Chronicles, #1)
2 " Jodiya's shoulders shook in a silent laugh. Slowly, she lowered her pistol.And flung the grenade she held in her other hand.The fuse kindled in midair, burning unnaturally fast. No chance to outrun the explosion.Instead, Isyllt caught it. She hissed at the pain in her left hand, at the precious fraction of fuse being consumed. As soon as iron touched her skin, he magic began to work. Rust bloomed across damp metal, corroding at preternatural speed. Within heartbeats the iron shell crumbled in her hands, black powder hissing to the ground. She turned her head just in time as the fuse caught the last of the gunpowder and sprayed her with sparks.Her hand twisted with the pain of it, but she bared her teeth at Jodiya. "Again?" "
