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" All right, then, straight to the back,” said Jackaby. “We need to talk.”
“Secret meetin’, then?” Nudd said, scrambling away from his horde to join us. “This yer trusted few? Inner circly sorta thing, nae? A’righ’. I’m wit’ ye. ’Bout time ye took command.”
“What? No,” Jackaby said. “I’m not assuming command of anything. God knows why, but these fools are hardy enough to keep my company even in the face of this mess, so I simply intend to put their foolhardy company to good use.”
“Aye. Tha’s the inner circly bit.”
Jackaby shook his head. “Come on, then. "
― William Ritter , The Dire King (Jackaby, #4)
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" I said that it was a beautiful sunset, and Alina said no, it was a sunrise. We argued about it, actually. I told her that the sun in the picture was setting because it was obviously a view from our camp near Gelendzhik, overlooking the Black Sea. That would mean the painting was looking to the west. “Alina said that it didn’t matter. Even if the sun is setting on Gelendzhik, that only means that it is rising in Bucharest. Or Vienna. Or Paris. The sun is always rising somewhere. From then on, whenever I felt low, whenever I lost hope and the world felt darkest, Alina would remind me: the sun is rising. "
― William Ritter , The Dire King (Jackaby, #4)