Excellent fistibus," said Eldric, but he wasn't done with my hand. He inspected my left palm, the pucker of scars. "There's no fortune to be read in that palm," I said, but of course he wanted to know about it; of course he'd been dying to ask since we first met. "Do you want the version of the story in which I'm a hero, or do you want the true version?
( Franny Billingsley )
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