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“Eril-Fane had been gone for more than two years by the time Skathis took Azareen, and she might been the first girl in Weep who was glad to mount the monster Rasalas and fly up to her own enslavement. She would know, at least, if her husband was still alive.
He was. And Azareen had learned how you can be glad and devastated at the same time. She heard his laugh before she saw his face--Eril-Fane's laugh, in that place, as alive as she had ever heard it--and she broke away from her guard to run toward it, skidding around a corner of the sleek metal corridor to the sight of him gazing at Isagol the Terrible with love.
She knew it for what it was. He had looked at her like that, too. It wasn’t feigned but true, and so after more than two years of wondering what had become of him, Azareen found out. In addition to the misery of serving the gods’ “purpose,” it was her fate to watch her husband love the goddess of despair.”
― Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer