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Love is a wound," the assassin said. " Neither life nor death.
— Cassandra Rose Clarke
Love is a wound," the assassin said. " Neither life nor death.
You can't escape an assasin," He leaned forward, shadows swallowing his eyes. "Hangings, bumbling bureaucrats, dishonest crewman, jail - those you can talk your way out of, you try hard enough. But this kind of death is the is the only kind of death.
