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Demon Forged by Meljean Brook
"she had revealed a stubborn streak comparable to a deaf ox."
"she hadn't just lost faith in him, faith had been torn away from her."
"do you still grieve for her?"
"when i think of her. when i have to speak of her."
"i dont need your protection, you stupid jerk."
"you'll likely find that when she needs it, and when she wants it, will rarely coincide."
"no matter how hard you wish, that will not be my head."
he saw her lip twitch. her gift pulsed, and the steel on the anvil became a miniature sculpture of him. she tapped her hammer against the head.
"i will pound sense into you."
"she hadn't just lost faith in him, faith had been torn away from her."
"do you still grieve for her?"
"when i think of her. when i have to speak of her."
"i dont need your protection, you stupid jerk."
"you'll likely find that when she needs it, and when she wants it, will rarely coincide."
"no matter how hard you wish, that will not be my head."
he saw her lip twitch. her gift pulsed, and the steel on the anvil became a miniature sculpture of him. she tapped her hammer against the head.
"i will pound sense into you."