From Blood and Ash: Characterization Project
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- I need to be here tonight. I was tired of being in my room not being able to sleep.
- Ugh, this hand sucks. I'm out.
- Oooh, me too! Can we go play cards next?
- I love this song!
- Yes!
- Oh how fun it would be to be able to walk around without a mask on. I wish I was able to wear colors other than white... Thankfully, this dress I stole from my servant isn't white. It's nice to have a change.
- "Tonight was about living, about not being up all night, unable to sleep, alone and feeling like.. like I had no control, no... no idea of who I was other than what I was. Another poor hand was dealt, and I'd played enough cards with Ian to know there was no recovering from the ones I held" (Armentrout 23).
- Let's play some cards!
- Great! I'll sit here.
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- This is Poppy's guard, Vikter. He's a father figure to Poppy.
- "Under the chandelier, another card game was in progress. There were women there too, their hair twisted in elaborate updos adorned with crystals, and their clothing far less daring than the women who worked here. Their gowns were vibrant shades of purple and yellow and pastel hues of blue and lilac" (Armentrout 24).
- I'm sorry, I have to leave...
- "I was only allowed to wear white, whether I was in my room or in public, which wasn't often. So, I was fascinated with how the different colors complemented the wearer's skin or hair. I imagined I looked like a ghost most days, roaming the halls of Castle Teerman in white" (Armentrout 24).
- "Glancing back toward the entrance, my stomach dropped as I saw him sit at one of the tables facing the door- the only exit" (Armentrout 36).
- "The gods hated me. Truly, they did, because there was no doubt in my mind that Vikter would see me. He wouldn't report me, but I'd rather crawl into a hole full of roaches and spiders than attempt to explain to him, of all people, why I was at the Red Pearl. And there would be lectures" (Armentrout 36).
- "... I turned around in the narrow stairwell lit by oil wall scones. I exhaled heavily. 'What have I gotten myself into?'. Only the gods knew, and there was no turning back now. I slipped my hand inside the cloak, keeping it close to the hilt of the dagger as I climbed the steps to the second floor. The hallway was wider and surprisingly quiet" (Armentrout 38).
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