Come in, Martise.” Silhara’s voice was almost sibilant in the darkness as he tagged on her hand. “There are no soul eaters here.” No, she thought. Only heart thieves.
—Grace Draven
This should never have happened, Brishen. We were unimportant, you and I. We weren’t supposed to mean anything to anyone.””Woman of day,” he said slowly. “You mean everything to me.
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