i love Bast
He pointed across the bar where Chronicler stood watching. “Bring the food.“ He pointed at Kvothe. “Tell the story.”Then he spun on his heel, walked back to his chair by the hearth, and lowered himself into it as if it were a throne. He clapped his hands twice, sharply. “Entertain me!” He said with a wide, mad smile. (p 1001)
— Apr 29, 2026 03:34PM
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