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Pride, he'd thought it was: withholding something...
| Pride, he'd thought it was: withholding something from the Triad because of what they had allowed to happenHer mother wasn't a proud woman, but neither had she permitted herself to forget
Tonight Catriana saw herself as being like one of her mother's forbidden candles on those Ember Nights while all the rest of the world lay shrouded in darknessShe was a small flame, exactly like those candles; one that would not last the night, but one that, if the Triad had any love at all for her, might shape a conflagration before she went out
The drunken revelers finally staggered by, heading in the direction of the harbor tavernsShe waited another moment and then, muffled in her hood, went quickly into the street, keeping to the side of it and started the other way
It would be much better, she thought, if she could somehow make her hands be still and slow her racing dolce |
Posted: 2:50 AM, Friday, February 5, 2010 |
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