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Chapter Twenty-Two: Eternal Life
Necromancy 101. The words rang in Lydia’s head, reverberating up her spine which stiffened. She nearly turned on her heel and marched right back out the door, but the same force that shoved that ramrod up her spine also held her steady. Her fists clenched and unclenched, and the muscle in her jaw - which was clamped shut - twitched. Her father had always told her that fear was not the opposite of bravery. That for true warriors, fear was a constant companion - especially on the battlefield - and that bravery was acting in spite of that fear. The corollary to that was, of course, that some people freeze up in battle - especially on their first go around - and that while people assume bravery is something you’re born with, the truth is that bravery is like a weapon. It has to be honed,
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