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“She was a rose bloom in a mud field. Filled with galloping horses.

'Don't be afraid of them,' Nesta said beneath lowered brows.

If Elain was a blooming flower in this army camp, then Nesta... she was a freshly forged sword, waiting to draw blood.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin