"The sh*t's gonna splatter, start buggin, yo..." Mencheres to Cat"
"Before we met, I'd fly for hours to clear my head," Bones said, his voice reaching me even over the rush of wind. "It was the closest I came to finding peace, but though several of my mates could fly, I always went alone. I never wanted to share this with anyone until you."
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Source: Jeaniene Frost (2010). “Halfway to the Grave: A Night Huntress Novel”, p.101, Hachette UK
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