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“I know you are offended with me,” he said penitently, “for fooling that painted-up wax doll; but what can a fellow do?” “Since you ask me, I do think it an ungenerous and—well—cowardly thing to hold one’s intellectual inferiors up to ridicule in that way; it’s like laughing at a cripple, or—”

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“Slowly, Tamlin's head lifted, his unbound golden hair dull and matted. 'Do you think she will forgive me?' The question was a rasp, as if he'd been screaming. I knew whom he meant. And I didn't know. I didn't know if her wishing him happiness was the same as forgiveness. If Feyre would ever want to offer that to him. Forgiveness could be a gift to both, but what he'd done... 'Do you want her to?' His green eyes were empty. 'Do I deserve it?' No. Never. He must have read it on my face, because he asked, 'Do you forgive me- for your mother and sister?' 'I don't recall every hearing an apology.' As if an apology would ever right it. As if an apology would ever cover the loss that still ate at me, the hole that remained where their bright, lovely lives had once glowed. 'I don't think one will make a difference, anyway,' Tamlin said, staring at his felled elk once more. 'For either of you.' Broken. Utterly broken. You will need Tamlin as an ally before the dust has settled, Lucien had warned my mate. Perhaps that was why I'd come, too. I waved a hand, my magic slicing and sundering, and the elk's coat slid to the floor in a rasp of fur and slap of wet flesh. Another flicker of power, and slabs of meat had been carved from its sides, piled next to the dark stove- which soon kindled. 'Eat, Tamlin,' I said. He didn't so much as blink. It was not forgiveness- it was not kindness. I could not, would not, ever forget what he'd done to those I loved most. But it was Solstice, or had been. And perhaps because Feyre had given me a gift greater than any I could dream of, I said, 'You can waste away and die after we've sorted out this new world of ours.' A pulse of my power, and an iron skillet slid onto the now-hot stove, a steak of meat thumping into it with a sizzle. 'Eat, Tamlin,' I repeated, and vanished on a dark wind.”

“Dear God, Let us not be fazed by the haters, liars and those who create division between our fellow man, and women. This is their spotlight; let it shine on them alone until the day it shines dim. May we reach out to the people we encounter with peace and kindness. Lord, we need clear minds, and let us follow those who walk with integrity. Lord, we’re not perfect, but bring out the very best in all of us, as we follow your path of understanding, and clarity. May we all carry pearls of wisdom in moments of doubt. In Jesus name. Amen.”