It was a strange monster for beneath its exterior it was frightened and sickened by its own violence. It chastised itself for its savagery. And sometimes it had no heart for violence and rebelled...

It was a strange monster for beneath its exterior it was frightened and sickened by its own violence. It chastised itself for its savagery. And sometimes it had no heart for violence and rebelled against it utterly.
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It was a hurting tune resigned a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the brilliant sky Fires fiddle cried out for the dead and for the living who stay behind to say goodbye.
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It was a strange monster for beneath its exterior it was frightened and sickened by its own violence. It chastised itself for its savagery. And sometimes it had no heart for violence and rebelled against it utterly. Kristin Cashore

It was a strange monster for beneath its exterior it was frightened and sickened by its own violence. It chastised itself for its savagery. And sometimes it had no heart for violence and rebelled against it utterly.
Kristin Cashore