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1 " Angel wings were stunning. There was nothing birdlike about them. They were nearly reptilian. Sinewy. Feathers like satin and metal, bone like armour made from earth. Weapons and transport, beautiful and deadly. "
― Rebecca Crunden , A Game of Wings and Marks
2 " All pieces must play their part, little queen. I mean to cross your path again. Helping will bring you no harm – nor anyone else. I can make certain everyone leaves alive. "