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" There’s still time,” Charlie breathed. He drummed his fingers on the table.
Sigil looked at him sidelong, scoffing. “And how do you know that?”
The priest shrugged, settling back in his chair. He interlaced his hands over his belly, like a man satisfied with a good meal. “The Spindles hold up the realms. We aren’t dead yet, so that’s something.”
“That’s something,” Sigil echoed, shaking her head.
We aren’t dead yet. Corayne almost laughed, and the many long days of travel and toil seemed to crash all at once, a terrible wave. The sea serpents, the horses, the oasis town filled with nothing but ghosts now. We aren’t dead yet, she thought. Weave that into a tapestry, for it seems to be the core thread of this journey. "
― Victoria Aveyard , Blade Breaker (Realm Breaker, #2)
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" She tried not to think of the men she’d killed. Their faces came anyway, haunting in her memory.
“How many?” she said, her voice trailing off. Corayne didn’t expect Andry to understand the broken musings of her mind.
But pain crossed his face, a pain she knew. He looked beyond her, to the bodies in green and gold. He shut his eyes and bowed his head, hiding his face from the desert sun.
“I don’t know,” he replied. “I will not count.”
I have never seen a heart break before, Corayne thought, watching Andry Trelland. He wore no wounds, but she knew he bled within. Once he was a squire of Galland who dreamed of becoming a knight. And now he is a killer of them, a killer of his own dreams. "
― Victoria Aveyard , Blade Breaker (Realm Breaker, #2)