“... Whose forbidden hold was this? What had he provoked? He wrapped trembling fingers around the first small, shining thing he found, and fled. For the vault was more than a treasury: piles of preciouses nested beneath the coils of a snoring serpent. It was a bed.”
Quote by Maria Dahvana Headley
Book:Beowulf
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