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“It was the sound of Elide's weeping-that girl of quiet steel and quick-silver wit who had not wept for herself or her sorry life, only faced it with grim determination-that made Manon snap entirely.

She killed those guards in the hall.

She saw what they had been laughing at: the girl gripped between two other guards, her robe tugged opened to reveal her nakedness, the full extent of that ruined leg-

Her grandmother had sold them to these people.

She was a Blackbeak; she was no one's slave. No one's prize horse to breed.

Neither was Elide.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows