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"I have to go, Claudia." His voice was strained and low; he rubbed the horse's neck gently. "Please don't make me feel worse than I do about it."

"I'll miss you."

He looked up, and for a moment she thought there was a desolation in his green eyes. Then he smiled and it was gone. "And I you, Claudia."

...

"Don't worry about us, Master." Claudia leaned over and kissed him. He smiled and turned the horse, but she saw how under his calm there was a tension as if this separation meant more than she knew.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Sorry?"

"For going."

She shook her head. "You'll only be a few days."

"I did what I could." His eyes were dark in the forest shadows. "Remember me kindly, Claudia."

She suddenly had nothing to say. A chill struck her; she wanted to stop him, to call after him, but he had urged the horse and it was already striding away down the lane.

So, my reaction when I read this passage (warning - contains cursing): [link]

Pretty sure this book is going to kill me. Cause of death: too many feels.

The line art on this one is a bit rougher than the last one; on the last one I actually traced my original sketch with my light box so the lines would be cleaner, but this one I tried to just clean the original sketch up, with limited success...

Incarceron (c) Catherine Fisher

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"I have to go, Claudia." His voice was strained and low; he rubbed the horse's neck gently. "Please don't make me feel worse than I do about it."

"I'll miss you."

He looked up, and for a moment she thought there was a desolation in his green eyes. Then he smiled and it was gone. "And I you, Claudia."

...

"Don't worry about us, Master." Claudia leaned over and kissed him. He smiled and turned the horse, but she saw how under his calm there was a tension as if this separation meant more than she knew.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Sorry?"

"For going."

She shook her head. "You'll only be a few days."

"I did what I could." His eyes were dark in the forest shadows. "Remember me kindly, Claudia."

She suddenly had nothing to say. A chill struck her; she wanted to stop him, to call after him, but he had urged the horse and it was already striding away down the lane.

So, my reaction when I read this passage (warning - contains cursing): [link]

Pretty sure this book is going to kill me. Cause of death: too many feels.

The line art on this one is a bit rougher than the last one; on the last one I actually traced my original sketch with my light box so the lines would be cleaner, but this one I tried to just clean the original sketch up, with limited success...

Incarceron (c) Catherine Fisher