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- He straightened and went over to the coywolv Mahlia had chopped with her machete. It still writhed on the ground, whimpering and baring its teeth. With a swift motion, Tool snapped its neck, then set his grip on the animal’s body. His muscles bulged.
- The coywolv’s ribcage shattered like matchsticks.
- “If we are pack, then conquest is our sustenance, sister.”
- He plunged his hand into the coywolv’s frame. With a wet tearing, the heart came out, glistening and full of blood, veins and arteries torn. The muscle of life. Tool held it out to her. “Our enemies give us strength.”
- Page 243, chapter 25, Drowned Cities
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