"...all ended with her eyes, hell, purgatory, paradise."
Book one: She's no angel, he's no saint.
Book two: Half my soul.
Book three: Dark paradise.
Book four: Tattered wings.
I had a dream I got everything I wanted Not what you'd think And if I'm being honest It might've been a nightmare To anyone who might care Thought I could fly (fly) So I stepped off the Golden, hmm Nobody cried Nobody even noticed I saw them standing right there Kinda thought they might care I had a dream I got everything I wanted But when I wake up, I see You with me And you say "As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you" Don't wanna lie here, but you can learn to If I could change the way that you see yourself You wouldn't wonder why here They don't deserve you I tried to scream But my head was underwater They called me weak Like I'm not just somebody's daughter Could've been a nightmare But it felt like they were right there And it feels like yesterday was a year ago But I don't wanna let anybody know 'Cause everybody wants something from me now And I don't wanna let 'em down I had a dream I got everything I wanted But when I wake up, I see You with me And you say As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you Don't wanna lie here, but you can learn to If I could change the way that you see yourself You wouldn't wonder why here They don't deserve you If I knew it all then, would I do it again? Would I do it again? If they knew what they said would go straight to my head What would they say instead? If I knew it all then, would I do it again? Would I do it again? If they knew what they said would go straight to my head What would they say instead?
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The breeze had been calm and among the mansions of the Geldstraat, the full moon looked like a jewel. It was a beautiful night but Aeolian was exhausted, she longed for the comfort of her bed. She glanced at her reflection on the double doors as she styled her hair in a five strand braid. She was in dire need of a large mug of bitter coffee. Make that two, she yawned.
These few months in Ketterdam had been confusing for her. Juggling her life with the barrel gang, while trying to find her way in life and faking her death. But she considered herself lucky to be working at a merch house. Not just any merch; Councilman Hoede was about as high placed in Ketterdam government as a man could be. The kind of man who could make or break a career.
She liked Hoede's house. He had one of the grandest mansions on the Geldstraat—floors set with gleaming squares of black and white stone, shining dark wood walls lit by blown-glass chandeliers. Sometimes she liked to pretend that she was back in Shu Han, at the Grand Taban Palace just out for a stroll through its fine garden.
As her hair was done, she made her way to the Grisha workshop. She always stops by the workshop, it fascinates her to see Grisha at work. This workshop was a testimony to Hoede's wealth. Grisha indentures didn't come cheap, and Hoede had three of them: Yuri a fabrikator, Retvenko a squaller and Anya a healer. Tonight, Anya was not on sight.
