“What’s your name?” he asked above the roar of the music.
She leaned close. “My name is Wind,” she whispered. “And Rain. And Bone and Dust. My name is a snippet of a half-remembered song. I have no name,” she purred. “I am whoever the keepers of my fate tell me to be.”

[Sarah J Maas “The Assassin and the Underworld”]

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