They say the Queen of Lirsee need only smile and all disputes are resolved. They say her husband the King turns water into liquid gold with which he can paint the walls of the castle.
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My fingers were numb and tight in the cold night air, but I held the rope and leaned back with all my weight. Up at the top of the stone wall, Cy
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A plastic orange tree with fuzzy leaves brush against my shoulder as I wait beside Kill in the lawyer’s lobby. My legs are crossed at the knee and I can’t stop tapping my foot in the air.
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The Dragon of Savannah is a cool, cool kid. He’s got damp eyes the color of dripping Spanish moss and that long slink of smoke always trailing from the corner of his mouth. When he grins, it hisses out between his teeth.
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I watch myself in the gilded mirror as my blood hardens. It is an ache like sore muscles, like hard nausea, streaming slowly from my heart.
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I clutched the knife in my fist, hiding it in a fold of my coat. Wisps of spirits and pale white death shifted and spun out of my way like fog behind a chariot.
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