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Featuring new cover art for the winter season of our Northern Hemisphere readers: “Huashan Temple” by Xiao Ran.
When no eyes were on her, Lys frayed a rope with her knife—choosing one which would not harm the sails but would send an iron pulley tumbling into the sea. When Tamlen angrily ordered a replacement brought from the cargo hold, Lys was first to volunteer and on her way before anyone could deny her.
Lys frayed a rope with her knife—choosing one which would not harm the sails but would send an iron pulley tumbling into the sea.
I am Melika. And that is all, now. My grandfather—I believe he was my grandfather—said that our memories make us who we are. I hope that he was wrong, for if he spoke the truth, then I am no one.
I am not sure whether that last memory is mine.
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The drowned man brushed past Corwyn in his hurry to get away from her sister.