Han spotted a childโs homespun dolly in the ditch, pressed into the mud. He reined in, meaning to climb down and fetch it so he could clean it up for his little sister. Then he remembered that Mari was dead and had no need of dollies anymore. Grief was like that. It gradually faded into a dull ache, until some simple sight or sound or scent hit him like a hammer blow.
Cinda Williams ChimaWell, I believe she went in to rescue some Raggers from the pits,โ Cuffs said. โShe wasnโt all that specific.โ โShe went in to rescue โ why would she do that?โ Amon gripped the ironwork, studying the streetlordโs face. Was he lying? And if so, what was the purpose? โGuess sheโs kind of taken with us,โ Cuffs said. โYou know, the glamor of the gang life and all. Getting beat up every other day, arrested for crimes you didnโt commit, long nights in gaol, sleeping in the cold and wet. Itโs...seductive.โ He raised an eyebrow.
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