A title as meaningless as the woman bearing it. The Empress—just another face she’d seen somewhere before, a… — Steven Erikson
A title as meaningless as the woman bearing it. The Empress—just another face she’d seen somewhere before, a mask behind which someone hid from mortality.
“No use hiding,” she whispered, frowning down at the dead leaves and branches around her. “No use.”
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