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He breathed air that was crisp and cold and smelled of ox dung; he remembered they were in Sun-Ar. He opened gummy eyes to see daylight illuminating a dull brown stretch of waxed canvas above his head. He hoped sincerely that he had been captured by some enemy, he didn't particularly care who, because he really wanted to kill a lot of people right now.
- Martha Wells, Queen Demon, pp.323-4
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