Somewhere beyond all that, on an unseeable horizon, was Morrighan and all the people who lived there, going about their lives, unaware. My brothers. Pauline. Berdi. Gwyneth. And more patrols like Walther's who would meet their deaths, as unaware as I had once been.  I want to go with you.  Where I was going was no place for Natiya. It was hardly a place for me.
Mary E. Pearson, The Beauty of Darkness
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