Court of Thorns and Roses
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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a fox in the chicken coop. That's what I was. Tark win lose to chuckle. My ancestors were greedy bastards. I shook my head, striding to the shelves built into the wall, solid stone. No way to break in unless I tunneled through the mountain itself, or if someone winnowed me in, though there were likely wards similar to those in the town house. And the house of wind boxes overflowed with jewels and pearls and uncut gems gold heaped in trunks so high it spilled onto the cobblestone floor, suits of ornate armor stood against one wall, dresses woven of cobwebs and star lightly and against another. There were swords and daggers of every sort, but no books. Not one. Do you know the history behind each piece. Some, he said. I haven't had much time to learn it all about it. Good. Maybe you wouldn't know about the book. Wouldn't miss it. I turned in a circle. What's the most valuable thing in here? Thinking of stealing? I choked on a laugh. Wouldn't asking that question. Make me a lousy thief lying to face rich. That's what asking. That question made me Tarkin studied me. I'd say. I'm looking at the most valuable thing in here. I didn't fake the blush. You're very kind. His smile was soft, as if his position had not yet broken the compassion in him. I hoped it never did. Honestly. I don't know what's the most valuable thing. These are all priceless heirlooms of my house