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“I lowered my phone, hope and anger warring for control of my emotions. As always, it was easier to let anger win. I turned back to Sylvester. "You threw him out?" I asked, in a low dangerous tone. "I was asleep for almost eleven hours, and you threw him out?" "October, I told you we had asked him -" "No. 'We asked him to leave so you can rest' only works if I was asleep for four hours, or six, or maybe eight, although me sleeping for eight hours when I'm not injured or drugged is such a perishingly rare event that he should have been sitting next to the bed with a bowl of popcorn. Do you understand me? I was poisoned. This stuff is poison to changelings, and the man I love wanted to be with me, and you sent him away. You kept him away from me for eleven hours, and you didn't tell him what was going on. I know you meant well. But can either of you tell me how in the hell you could believe that was right?”

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Book:Chimes at Midnight
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Chimes at Midnight

Chimes at Midnight is a historical play that explores the life and reign of King Richard III, focusing on the political intrigue and personal conflicts that defined his era. The play is set during the Wars of the Roses, a series of conflicts between the houses of Lancaster and York for control of the English throne. The narrative delves into the complexities of power, betrayal, and the human condition, offering a compelling portrayal of one of history's most enigmatic figures. more

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Seanan McGuire

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