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“foolin’,”
― Jenny Han, Shug

“Then lest the people should repeat Their visit to his calm retreat, Away from Chitrakúṭa's hill Fared Ráma ever onward till [pg 005] Beneath the shady trees he stood Of Daṇḍaká's primeval wood, Virádha, giant fiend, he slew, And then Agastya's friendship knew. Counselled by him he gained the sword And bow of Indra, heavenly lord: A pair of quivers too, that bore Of arrows an exhaustless store.”
― Vālmīki, The Rámáyan of Válmíki

“Eighteen.”
― Cate Beauman, Secrets Hidden in the Glass

“Main”
― Leeanna Morgan, Mistletoe Madness