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Lost

He was lost

Mo sensed Fenoglio’s appalled glance on hiht Are the words "reckless idiot" written as black as ink on my fore head ?

However, Balbulus smiled His smile was as hard to fathom as his eyes

"Yes, Taddeo has told ood iue touched his teeth as he spoke "Usually he is rather a reservedAfter all, there aren’t many of Your trade who can bind Death itself in a book, are there?"

Fenoglio gripped his arm so hard that Mo could feel the old man’s fear Did he think they could siuard would surely have been posted outside so at the bottoot used to the way they could appear at any moment, armed with the power to take a man away, imprison hilowed! Vermilion, sienna, burnt umber

how beautiful they were Beauty that had lured him into a trap Most birds were trapped with bread and a few tasty seeds, but the Bluejay could be caught by words and pictures

"I really don’t knohat you’re talking about, highly esteeers were still clutching Mo’s arm "Theer

librarian at the Castle of Night? No No, Mortimer’s never worked on the other side of the forest He comes fromfrom the north, yes, that’s it"

What a terrible liar the old ht someone who ht be, Mo hi, either, so he kept quiet, silently cursing his curiosity, his i at him What had made him think he could simply discard the part he was expected to play in this world by putting on a few black clothes? What hadMortimer the bookbinder for a few hours here in Ombra Castle?

"Oh, be quiet, Inkweaver!" Balbulus snapped at Fenoglio "Just how much of a fool do you think I am? Of course I kneho he was the moment you mentioned him A true master of his art’ Isn’t that how you put it? Words can be very treacherous, as you really should know by now"

Fenoglio did not reply Mo felt for the knife that the Black Prince had given him when they set out from Mount Adder "From now on you must always have it with you," the Prince had told him, "even when you lie down to sleep" Mo had followed his advice, but what use would a knife be to him here? He’d be dead before he reached the foot of the stairs For all he knew,in front of him and had raised the alarm, too

Coe of his own free will!

I’ht Mo Your father is an idiot You rescued hiet himself captured in another castle Why hadn’t he listened to her when she saw Sootbird in theabout the Bluejay’s fear? The fear didn’t coht of fetters, chains, and dungeons, and desperation behind barred doors Like now He tasted fear on his tongue, felt it in his guts and his knees At least an illuht place for a bookbinder to die, he thought But the Bluejay was back now, cursing the bookbinder for being so reckless

"Do you knohat particularly impressed Taddeo?" Balbulus flicked a little powdered paint off his sleeve Yellow as pollen, it clung to the dark blue velvet