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Cirille Bitterclaw
- Cirille
These are aliases for "Cirille Bitterclaw".
Aliases are alternative forms of a reference. They can include actual aliases for characters, nicknames, plural variations, gendered versions of some [Classes], and even typos.
Total mentions
Mentions
Chapters with the most mentions
Interlude chapters are abbreviated with "I." for readability.
Books with the most mentions
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Volumes with the most mentions
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| Chapter | Text |
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| 1.02 C | “Cirille Bitterclaw, at your service. I’m the sorry [Commander] of this lot.” |
| 1.02 C | Cirille blinks a bit at being called ‘Ma’am’. It’s customary to call people ‘Miss’ or ‘Mister’ in this world unless they have a formal title, but Richard just can’t get over calling people Sir or Ma’am no matter how many times he’s corrected. |
| 1.02 C | Emily comes over, Cirille nods briskly and indicates a large road her and the other lizards just walked down. |
| 1.02 C | Cirille says pretty much the same thing to Richard as her soldiers line up on either side of us, looking bored and disinterested. |
| 1.02 C | Richard must be thinking the same thing. He coughs and addresses Cirille before she gives the order to march. |
| 1.02 C | The entire group of soldiers seems to freeze for a second. Cirille cuts Richard off before he can continue. |
| 1.02 C | “My apologies, Miss Cirille.” |
| 1.02 C | I eye Cirille. She’s a Drake? Does that mean she’s related to Dragons as opposed to…well, whatever a Lizardperson is related to? Unlike the rest of her soldiers, her armor is open at the back to let two vestigial wings out. They’re folded up neatly and rather small. She notices me looking and smiles. Toothily. |
| 1.02 C | I don’t see much of the city during the march. I’m busy humming loudly in my head. But I do catch up with Cirille as she tells Richard about some of the capital’s highlights. |
| 1.02 C | I don’t get to hear how Richard talks his way out of this one. I hear a shout as we pass through another set of gates, from up ahead. Cirille, Richard, and I step forwards quickly and see Cynthia running backwards, face white and pale. |
| 1.02 C | Richard and I instantly freeze. My heart begins to pound. A Demon? Here? In the city? It can’t be. But Richard’s hand is already on his sword and my own demon begins whispering in my head. Yet it’s Cirille who doesn’t panic. She grips Richard before he can draw his blade. |
| 1.02 C | Richard admonishes Cynthia, who’s gone into hysterics. Behind us, one of the Drakes mutters something uncomplimentary about Humans. Cirille shuts him up. I keep staring. |
| 1.02 C | Cirille orders her soldiers and the rest of us on, but she stays, eying the Demon in the cage. I look at her. Some of the crowd that was cheering our passing has broken away and is jeering and shouting at him. They look angry. Some have rocks. |
| 1.02 C | Then he looks at me. He stares at me and Cirille. She glares at him. I shudder and look away. We walk away as the Fearless sits in his cage, rejoining the procession. |
| 1.02 C | Ignore the voice. I turn to Cirille as we catch up with the others. Richard’s ahead, trying to get Cynthia to calm down before she has a panic attack. |
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