It made Fire so angry, the thought of such a medicine, a violence done to herself to stop her from creating anything like herself. And what was the purpose of these eyes, this impossible face, the softness and the curves of this body, the strength of this mind; what was the point, if none of the men who desired her were to give her any babies, and all it ever brought her was grief? What was the purpose of a woman monster?
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She wanted to cause him pain for taking a place in her heart she wouldn't have given him if she'd known the truth
He leaned heavily on the desk now, as if danger had strengthened him before and its lack now made him weak.
In the end, Leck should have stuck to his lies. For it was the truth he almost told that killed him.
When you're a monster, you are thanked and praised for not being a monster.
It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the brilliant sky, Fire's fiddle cried out for the dead, and for the living who stay behind to say goodbye.
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