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The Heart is a Blade

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I am not a violent person—not to mention, in the Commonwealth, wrath is forbidden—but when the High Priest comes into view, marching Ari Westergaard toward the whipping post in Clockverk Square, it’s all I can do not to break free from the crowd and put a fist through the Priest’s face.

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A Heart of Shadow and Flame

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The sky is the color of a fading bruise as I make my way out of the forest, which is fitting. Everything hurts: My right arm, from where the Bastarour dug in its claws; my chest, from where it pawed at me as I struggled to reach my backup stash of tranquilizer darts; my heart, which aches like a black-and-blue mark that I’ve pressed my fingers into again and again.