Our two peoples are sworn enemies,” he whispered. “You would not do it.”
“Call me your enemy no more,” Jan bade him, drawing nearer. “I grow weary of our being enemies. The scars your talons left upon my back this autumn past are old scars now, long healed. Time to heal this ancient rift between our peoples as well.
— Meredith Ann Pierce
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