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I wonder about death, I who may never know it. It looks much like ecstasy, the way they open their mouths as they drown, the way their fingers dig into you skin. Their eyes are wide and startled and they trash in your hands as though with an excess of passion.
Look for 'Tithe' next, okay? As far as I know, it's a sacrifice that makes the faeries that aren't part of any court still do what the court people say. I have to pretend to be human so they can pretend to sacrifice me.