LR 6.02.037 {p} The light grew … stones.

6.02.033 ‘Well no, not … fire.’

6.02.034 Sam’s quick spirits … you.’

6.02.035 Sharing a wafer … Angren.

6.02.036 It was perilous … cautiously.

6.02.037 The light grew … stones.

6.02.038 Sam sprang towards … said.

6.02.039 ‘All right, but … two.’

6.02.040 ‘I didn’t mean … me.’

6.02.041 ‘I do. But … cold!’