His last thought was that it hadn't been stupidity that had allowed his son to enchant him so easily with words. It had been love.
Kristin CashoreHelda's been trying to impress me with the embroidery on the sheets. One more minute and I thought I might use them to hang myself." "My mother did the embroidery," Bittterblue said. Katsa clapped her mouth shut and glared at Helda. "Thank you, Helda, for mentioning that detail.
Kristin CashoreIf we knew a person was going to die, we'd hold harder to the memories." Fire corrected him, in a whisper. "The good memories.
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