Scythe Faraday had once told him and Citra that they were called scythes rather than reapers, because they were not the ones who killed; they were merely the tool that society used to bring fair-handed death to the world.
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Scythe Faraday had once told him and Citra that they were called scythes rather than reapers
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“Yes, Robert,” she agreed. “But we’re the ones who made the times troubled.”
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She’s an itch best left unscratched
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Ash wood for an even burn, Osage orange for heat, rowan wood for—well—obvious reasons, and a few pockets of knotty pine for a nice crackle!”
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What once felt justified, now felt foolhardy. What once seemed brave, now just seemed sad.
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be one hell of a hunter.
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a fly in her ointment.
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The undisputed master of petty projects.
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The trouble they all had living in the moment, in spite of the fact that the moment was all they had.