Later, when his father left him, the boy cried over his pet, until eventually his father sent a servant to take the body of the bird away and bury it. The boy never cried again,...
—Cassandra Clare
Lirralei was a girl of storm–winds and thorns, the musk of the wild rose and the flight of the falcon.
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