“You can’t be just a scribe, or a wizard. Nameless God,” he cried, raking a hand through his hair. “I wish they… — Eilis O'Neal Good enough Copy Share Image
“How could he say this? How could he think that I could just walk away from this? “It matters! If we don’t… — Eilis O'Neal Gaze Copy Share Image
“What did he do?” I whipped around, startled. I had been so immersed in my own thoughts that I hadn’t even noticed… — Eilis O'Neal Gaze Copy Share Image
