I trust you, Jared," she whispered. "I always did. I love you, Master.
Finn smiled ruefully. "I'm a Prisoner, old man. Just like you.
He worked night and day. He made a coat that would transform him; he would be more than a man; a winged creature, beautiful as light. All the birds brought him feathers. Even the eagle. Even the swan.
Underground, the stars are legend.
Shadow turned. Her eyes were wet; she smiled at him wanley. "I'll be she loved you.
In the Sapient tongue he said softly, ‘Tell me, Master, did you know Incarceron was tiny?’ ‘Is it?’ Sapphique replied in the same language, his green eyes as he looked up lit by deep points of flame. ‘To you, perhaps. Not to its Prisoners. Every prison is a universe for its inmates. And think, Jared Sapiens. Might not the Realm also be tiny, swinging from the watchchain of some being in a world even vaster?
I hate her." Merlin laughed, tossing the stick down. "Not so. You have forgotten how to love. That's a different sorrow.
It's safe to tell a secret to one, Risky to tell it to two. To tell it to three is thoughtless folly, Everyone else will know.
I always was going to be a writer. The other jobs were just to keep me in food. Though I enjoyed the archaeology.
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