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He wrapped his arms around me. “To live again after death is strange magic, and an even stranger fate. Would that things were different, Bartholomew. Would that we had never been reborn. But if we hadn’t… well. I have wondered, and pondered, and now I am sure. For better, for worse—
“The rest of the story could not exist without us.”

Rory was fidgeting so madly with his coin it was a wonder he didn’t accidentally propel himself through space. “I hate tight, dark places.”
“Let’s hope you never die,” the gargoyle said. “I hear graves are rather constrictive.”
Rory’s eyelids drew low. “Helpful.”

(I love the gargoyle. Also, my hatred of small, inescapable places is part of the reason I want to be cremated, so I feel you, Rory.)

Maude and the gargoyle were still snoring when I returned to the inn. When I slept, I didn’t dream of Aisling Cathedral’s looming edifice or Diviners swathed in gossamer. I didn’t even dream of the Ardent Oarsman.
I dreamed of a knight with gold in his ears and charcoal around his eyes, who did all the ignoble things I asked of him.

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“And where is your house, Myndacious?”
“Don’t have one.” There was more flinging, fidgeting. He pulled several glass jars from the cabinetry. They were filled with rough chunks of a cloudy, yellowish material. “Still fixed on Myndacious, I see.”
“I like the way it rolls off the tongue.”
"I’ll bet.”

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I raised the remains of my idleweed. Shot smoke out of my mouth at the sky.
Rory scratched his nose with his middle finger.

(Don't smoke all the man's weed!)

“I washed the Divining robes this morning.” The gargoyle led me down the nave. “It was an abundant chore. I am within myself with fatigue.”
“Beside,” I murmured, peeling off my clothes. “‘Beside myself with fatigue’ is the proper expression.”
The gargoyle’s stone brow knit. “If I were beside myself, there would be two of me, and the washing would have taken half the time.”