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"Podes chorar se quiseres. - ele sussurrou. - Juro que não conto a ninguém."

Look up, I silently beseeched him. Push back. He’s wrong, and we’re right. Lucien’s jaw tightened. That force thrummed in me again, seeping out, spearing for Lucien. Do not back down— Then I was gone.

He called the wind and the wind came. (...) So I invited him into our troupe, hoping to find answers to my questions. Though I didn’t know it at the time, I was looking for the name of the wind.

The wind changes. Trees rustle. The Erumpent takes a deep breath in - she can smell the new, more powerful aroma coming from Jacob. Jacob looks around. A seal sits behind him looking guilty, before cheekily running away.

“Kaz convinced Per Haskell to pay off my indenture. I would have died at the Menagerie.” “You may still die in the Dregs.” Inej’s dark eyes had glinted. “I may. But I’ll die on my feet with a knife in my hand.”

Home was a group of wagons and songs around a campfire. When my troupe was killed, it was more than the loss of my family and childhood friends. It was like my entire world had been burned down to the waterline.

“What else is different now?” I asked, trailing him up the marble front steps. He didn’t stop this time, didn’t even look over his shoulder to see me as he said, “Everything.”

"The truth is I am not one of those who find their satisfaction in one person, or in infinity. The private room bores me, also the sky. My being only glitters when all its facets are exposed to many people. Let them fail and I am full of holes, dwindling like burnt paper."