it was n't a dream , '' said edmund . '' why not ? '' '' well , there are the clothes , for one thing . and you have been - well , un-dragoned , for another . '' '' what do you think it was , then ? '' asked eustace . '' i think you 've seen aslan , '' said
edmund

'' it feels good on the skin after a hard day of unrolling all that fencing , '' whispered ash . '' and digging holes , '' mumbled holiday . no one said anything after that as the fog seemed to rise , becoming thicker , enveloping them . soon , swirling arms of mist were creeping along the street . '' it kinda feels warm , '' said
ash

between finding a way to save stefan and coming home defeated , while he languished in prison . no , she thought , standing by a silvered mirror , almost afraid to look at the exotic beauty she had become . no , we ca n't even think of the word failure . for the sake of stefan 's life , we have to
succeed