[ Her face twists in insult. Her temper knocks the chair forward with a little shove. She wears all the unwise and unearned defiance of a little girl who doesn't contemplate the full strength of the bully she's standing up to, the depth of the fight she's jumped into.
In all the well worn books with bent spines tucked under a lonely Ravkan orphan's bed, the hero never needed anything but will to survive, and she's been practicing that without anyone's help for long enough. ]
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In all the well worn books with bent spines tucked under a lonely Ravkan orphan's bed, the hero never needed anything but will to survive, and she's been practicing that without anyone's help for long enough. ]
Tell him I don't talk to errand boys.