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- In return, he shoved his hand into a pouch at his waist and tossed some herbs up towards my face. A faint hint of garlic and something else wafted by my nose.
- Poison? I'd never worked with it before and Blake didn't use it. I held my breath regardless and closed my eyes as it hit, striking out with my free hand in the vague direction of their face. It hit something. There was a crunch and a muffled, masculine gasp.
- —Forged Destiny [Book 7: Ch. 9]
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