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- She dropped her spear and kicked both heels against her mount's side, urging it to flee past me. As she did, I swept my sword back blindly, not aiming but knowing my arm would bring it at least in the way of her flight. There was a feeling of resistance. A grunt. And then the sound of something being dragged across the floor as the horse continued to flee, dragging its dead rider behind it, one foot trapped in the stirrup.
- —Forged Destiny [Book 6: Ch. 13]
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