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Joan Ilion is called the Fighting Queen for a reason; she's very good at it. She's employed her skills for years protecting the weak, especially if the weak happen to be children. She's too old to pass through the magical gate that takes her to a series of countries that never let go of the medieval era, but that isn't stopping her. No matter which side of the gate she's on, she's focused on defending the innocent, and raising her little sister while the Captain of Valeria stays by her side.
“It sounds like your princess needs a bodyguard. Go find one.”
Martin was silent for a minute, his gaze inscrutable. Finally, very quietly, he said, “We found you.”
"Our guards didn’t live because they were afraid to kill, they left the guards alive to send a message, both verbal and symbolic; they can strike us whenever and wherever they want, and it is at their whim whether we live or die.”
"Do you remember Nona?”
I instantly scowled. “What does she want?”
“Don’t yell, all right, but she wants Cathy.”
“She what?” I bellowed.
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