"Marielle..." Mia... «Nevernight»
RamingoWS28 мая 2018"Marielle..." Mia breathed. The flesh weaver. It all made sense now. Aalea`s unearthly beauty. Mouser`s young face and old eyes. Even the Revered Mother`s facade of homely warmth. She understood the кщщьёы name at last. The Hall of Masks. Daughters, it might apply to the entire Mountain. Killers within — killers all — hiding behind facades not of ceramic or wood, but flesh. Beauty. Youth. Soft maternity. How better to maintain a cadre of anonymous assassins than by reshaping their faces whenver the need struck? How better to seduce a mark or blend into a crowd or be met and instantly forgotten than by crafting a face suited to the task? How better to make us forget who we were, and shape us into what they want us to be? Flawed as it might be in others` eyes, this was her face. Mia wasn`t sure how she felt about these people taking it away... Own nothing, Mercurio had said. Know nothing. Be nothing. Mia breathed deep. Swallowed hard. Because then you can do anything. "Come," Aalea said. "The weaver awaits."
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