Mountains out of molehills and armies out of windmills; and you'll tire yourself in one direction and shatter yourself in the other. “The rarefied air? I thought you had a better head. “I wonder if it is. But she does not resemble you in any other way. ” He smiled, and she felt love for him in that moment as the smile lit up his ebony eyes, eyes whose blackness seemed unfathomable. . ’ ‘But what do you want it for, miss?’ ‘But to protect myself. A chain, riveted to an iron belt encircling her waist, bound her to the wall.
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