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In the saddle again, Fire mulled over the commander's trust, prodding it around, like a candy in her mouth, trying to decide whether she believed it.

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Kristin Cashore
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: June 10
Novelist
Writer
Boston
Massachusetts
Decide
Prodding
Mouths
Saddle
Trust
Saddles
Fire
Commander
Whether
Commanders
Around
Candy
Trying
Believed
Like
Mouth

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