Prediction had become a privilege now lost to her. Never mind the outside world, she could not even guess her… — Steven Erikson
Prediction had become a privilege now lost to her. Never mind the outside world, she could not even guess her own actions, or the course of her thoughts.
Was this the true nature of emotion? she wondered. The great defier of logic, of control—the whims of being human. What lay ahead?
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