Look for the darker smoke, is what my once-father used to tell me. The hidden fire.
Dianne Jewel Barrerahar citeretsidste år
All at once they would gather themselves and scarper, like a human woman gathering her skirts and running from a room after a particularly stinging insult.
Dianne Jewel Barrerahar citeretsidste år
A lying, lowly scoundrel. You are not fit for my sight!’
Dianne Jewel Barrerahar citeretsidste år
‘Bollocks to that,’ said Noon. ‘Bollocks to all this death and glory stuff. I will think of tasks for you. So many tasks you’ll have to stay until I’m old and grey, at least.’
Dianne Jewel Barrerahar citeretsidste år
‘Bollocks to that,’ said Noon. ‘Bollocks to all this death and glory stuff. I will think of tasks for you. So many tasks you’ll have to stay until I’m old and grey, at least.’
Dianne Jewel Barrerahar citeretsidste år
If Sarn doesn’t need you anymore, I still will.’
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