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When she was a child, her dreams were as big as the myths and legends her grandmother told her by the fireside: her mother, alive and well, the success of the rebellion in breaking the chains of the Scion regime, the freedom to exercise her own considerable and confusing powers in the open, without fear. By the time she was a young woman, the accumulated weight of a life lived in secrecy, the exploitation of Jaxon and the gangs, and the creative cruelty of Nashira Sargas had worn her down completely: she could dream almost anything into being, except the things she wanted the most.
Paige opened her eyes, and dreamt of more impossible things.