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“Ash clasped her hands in front of her, tipped her head at 45 degrees, and drew infinity with her irises. “Five. Neither of us appears to have had word from God, so I’m forced to conclude He or She is allowing free will to reign â€� a gift, wouldn’t you agree?”
― Angela Armstrong

“Ash clasped her hands in front of her, tipped her head at 45 degrees, and drew infinity with her irises. 'Five. Neither of us appears to have had word from God, so I’m forced to conclude He or She is allowing free will to reign â€� a gift, wouldn’t you agree?”
― Angela Armstrong, The Unflinching Ash

“The Unflinching Ash
Captivates enchants ensnares
Makes gulls of us all”
― Angela Armstrong, The Unflinching Ash

“Grete wore caution like a crown. Although Ash and Grete were both born from the same Mapa and Papal, the sisters were antipodean enchantresses. To Ash the Mysteries had dealt passion, grit and tireless intent, which she carried like a loaded quiver on her strong, lithe frame. Grete’s appeal was no less, but instead came by way of caution, calm and censure â€� an attractive safe harbour expressed in her soft edges and soft speech. Both young women had thick dark hair and the blessing of symmetry on their side. Both could sneak.”
― Angela Armstrong, The Unflinching Ash

“And what of her captors? Did they really think her so frail and helpless that darkness, some rope, and a perversion of blacksmithery would be sufficient to hold the daughter of Pabla la Presica and Alexact?”
― Angela Armstrong, The Unflinching Ash