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By Caralynn Lippo

Wilkin [to Annora]: You are the devil, Annora of the Alders. Annora: Please! Wilkin, no! My son.

By Caralynn Lippo

Wilkin: My mind spins with every conceivable wrong, and then when I see you, all is quiet. Lady Love: Not all, Wilkin Brattle.

By Caralynn Lippo

Scribe: This secret does not hold us. Berber: Secrets never do.