| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 4 | 191 | "I am View more quotes about going">going to put you up at stake at festival," she said. |
| 4 | 192 | "You will be a prize for girls—Pretty Slave". |
| 4 | 193 | My fists clenched. |
| 4 | 194 | "Turn," she said, sharply. |
| 4 | 195 | I did so, and she laughed. |
| 4 | 196 | "Cross your wrists," she ordered. |
| 4 | 197 | I did so, and with one of the coils of marsh vine, she lashed my wrists together, tightly, with the strong hands of a rence girl. |