Israel Jihad in Jerusalem

By Ariel Lilli Cohen

Israel Jihad in Jerusalem, the second chapter of the narration, tells the story of a group of friends that, in a few months had become one of Mossad's best operative teams.
Many questions and mysteries were uncovered in the first novel.
Who is responsible for the attack in Tel Aviv?
Who wants to destroy the State of Israel?
Will Trump and Putin seal a peace agreement for the Middle East?
December 6th, 2018 is the date the civil world is looking forward to since, as of now, it is the only hope for peace.
The Daesh is weakened to its roots. Like a metastasis, the foreign fighters are assaulting the symbols of democracy. Day-to-day life is devastated.
The evil in this novel has taken the likeness of Hamza Bin Laden. Al Qaeda wants to extinguish the Occident in the most religious city in the world. The city that divides and unifies the religions and the political beliefs in the world. No democracy, not even in Canada, France, Italy, Russia, Belgium, America, and Australia, can feel safe from the murderous madness of those who take the religion hostage to create terror.
Who is Hamza bin Laden, and why does he crave to destroy Israel?
From the ashes of Daesh, Al Qaeda rises, and Israel is its target.
No one is safe in his own land.
The Western Wall and the Al-Aqsa mosque, could they coexist peacefully?
A thriller that accompanies the reader on a journey along with those who experienced these events first-hand, narrating the antecedents and the stories-never told or captured by cameras-where, at the sidelines of our consciousness, politics oftentimes shakes bloody hands in that strip of gray land; where conspiracies and allegiances are mushed with political and military analyses that are unlikely to be addressed in newspapers.

Ariel Lilli Cohen
Ariel Lilli Cohen was born in Haifa on December 6th, 1998 and is the third of three siblings. Her father Darius Cohen was a former Mossad agent and her mother Noha Avner is currently a senior officer at Shin Bet.
In the past, Ariel has been a lioness of Magav, the Israeli border police. In school aptitude tests, Ariel has been shown to have a high IQ of over 250. When she was 16 her, she was drafted into a team of "geniuses" with the goal of solving problems in an unconventional way. With the team, she has been engaged in various covert actions, living many lives in one. She was an indigo girl when she was a child.
Not to go crazy with all the personalities which she had to play from time to time, she created in her mind the character of Yael Cohen who retraces and analyzes her life. Every time she writes, it's therapeutical. To find herself, she decided to write this book. To tell all her experiences, fears, hopes, loves and unspoken truths, She chose the form of the novel.
A journey that begins in 2014 before the war with Gaza, the story of a group of friends who in a few months have become one of the best operative teams of Mossad.
She is currently serving outside the national borders in an on-going search of the enemies of democracy, the enemies of the State of Israel.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ariel Lilli Cohen
• Release date: Dec 6, 2018
• ISBN: 9788827531396

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ISRAEL JIHAD in JERUSALEM

a novel by Ariel Lilli Cohen

Copyright © 2018 Ariel Lilli Cohen

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Author’s note: the book is fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. The names of nations, politicians, and public figures present in the book are used as suggestion and do not represent neither their thoughts, nor real actions performed by the politicians or the nations. The names of the public places and the cities are often used for atmospheric purpose and do not have any association with real facts or expressed thoughts. The model portrayed in the cover picture is not to be associated with the likeness of the author. Any resemblance to real people, alive or not, companies, events, institutions or locales is completely coincidental.

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Israel Jihad in Jerusalem

Adapted from the original series

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Index

Quote                                                                     

Dedication                                                           

Preface                                                   

Chapter 1      Curling Days                                                     

Chapter 2      The Darkness

Chapter 3      Emirates

Chapter 4      Jealousies

Chapter 5       The Cage

Chapter 6       Noora

Chapter 7      Gray Shadows

Chapter 8       Ariel

Chapter 9      Middle East

Chapter 10      Aviv

Chapter 11      Intuitions

Chapter 12       Negotiations and Dilemmas

Chapter 13       Gloom

Chapter 14      Revenge

Chapter 15      Madness and Fear

Chapter 16      Hope and Delusions

Chapter 17      The king is dead, long live the king

Chapter 18       Memories of the Heart

Chapter 19       Pounding Heart

Chapter 20      Rage and Serenity

Chapter 21      Blue, blue sky

Chapter 22       Latrine in the open-air

Chapter 23       Nothing adds up

Chapter 24      Prostitutes and Princesses

Chapter 25      My heart up in my throat

Chapter 26      Darkness and Light

Chapter 27      Home sweet home

Chapter 28      Missing Africa

Chapter 29      Light and Darkness

Chapter 30      Encounters

Chapter 31      Malmoe, the New Palestine

Chapter 32       Awakenings

Chapter 33      Divisions

Chapter 34       Al Qaeda like Hamas

Chapter 35      The taste of cherry

Chapter 36       Youssef -Noora - Yael - Aviv

Chapter 37      Abel Beth Maacah

Chapter 38       Merchandising of terror

Chapter 39      Shabacking Team

Chapter 40      My second first day

Chapter 41      Secrets

Chapter 42      Jason Green

Chapter 43      The setting sun

Chapter 44       The way out

Chapter 45      Cicada

Chapter 46      Peace be with you

Chapter 47      The truth is out

Epilogue

Ariel

Quote

"Under the same sky, locked up in the same prison, divided by the same wall.

The wall of hate and distrust, which grows skyward, attack after attack."

Ariel Lilli

Dedication:

To Hodaya Asulin.

Following seven years in a coma, Hodaya Asulin died on November 22, 2017. 

She had been in a coma since being severely injured in a bus bombing in Jerusalem in March 2011.

Asulin was only 14 at the time of the attack. 

My thoughts go out to her and all the young and innocent victims whose lives were cut short, like flowers before their blooming season.

Preface

Jewish people have outlived through the centuries, Jewish people have suffered for all these centuries, but that made them stronger.

Anne Frank

How I miss the bitter cold wind of Haifa in the first morning hours, how I miss Haifa! Owning over 200 IQ was a curse. My intelligence stole my youth. I could have done so many things: playing volleyball, the piano, or being a model… Instead, here I am, in one of the most prestigious operational teams of the National Security Service.

Put pen to paper, expressing all my feelings wasn’t easy. I have lived many lives in one. To avoid going crazy and to find myself again I decided to write this book to tell all my experiences, fears, hopes and all the untold truths, my truths. To live undercover for months, sometimes years, without a break, cutting off relationships with my real life, lying to my friends, family and sometimes to myself, created a conflicting relationship with the identities I have covered in turn. This lifestyle changes you, it changes the way you perceive real life. One day, while I was playing pool in a club here in Montreal, a gentleman remarked how well I was playing for being so young. But age is not to be measured in years but in mileage traveled. I have traveled many miles and am tired now. Tired of always chasing. Tired of lying. Tired of being afraid. In a mission, you never know what may happen to you.

Two months ago Shani and I were almost caught. We were violently assaulted. With the taste of sweat and blood in my throat, I felt like my heart was beating out of my chest and, I went through the reasons why I joined the Israeli Secret Services as an undercover agent.

The terror I felt is still with me today and every time I sense a stranger’s look resting on me. Why am I doing this? Why am I sacrificing my life? Then my memory goes back to an episode occurred in August of a few years ago when we were told that a Hamas terrorist cell had entered Israel and was about to target the Dizingoff Center with a bacteriologic attack. That time we managed to neutralize them just in time. A few hours later I went back to the shopping mall to get an ice cream with my friends, Shani, Shlomit, Zoe, and Aviv.

All those families and children would have died without our intervention. This is why I do this job, to defend my people and, ambitious as that may sound, to defend the democracy in the world.

Right now, as I allow my pen to put my thoughts on paper, I am sitting in a café in Richardson Street in Montreal, where I am due to meet a source. I hope everything will be fine, I hope to haul my ass back to safety also this evening. But when will all this come to an end? So much work has been done and so much still has to be done!

I remember Milan six months ago, San Diego and Buffalo, Tel Aviv and Madrid three months ago and last month in the record shop between Pitt Street and Circular Quay in Sydney.

I remember all the attacks I contributed to neutralizing with my team. I think of all those nameless and faceless stars at the entrance of the agency headquarters in Tel Aviv, who only live in the indelible memory of those who met them. I think of all those agents who sacrificed their lives in the line of duty to also save your life. Please make sure their deaths weren’t in vain. I wish for a world where my job would never be necessary, a world without conflicts due to religious extremism.

As I write, my thoughts go to my colleagues in Jerusalem who are the last bastion of democracy, to the lions and lionesses of Magav, to Shira fighting every day, to Heli who left her operative service at the Damascus Gate after three long years. I want to express my warm thanks to you, for the great privilege of protecting the people of Israel in the most sacred place in the world.

I think of Hadar and Hadas who sacrificed their lives for Jerusalem and I think of Solomon who died in Har Adar. I think of his girlfriend, Betty, and his relatives. How many more people, mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, boyfriends, and girlfriends will have to walk lonely the path of life, deprived of their dearest due to terrorist actions? I don’t feel like condemning for these crimes solely the perpetrator’s hands.

My wrath, rage, and contempt are turned to those who, with their ideologies, have armed those hands. Their speeches -bursting with hatred and resentment- like water in the desert, fill the empty life of people brainwashed by an absurd extremist ideology. Now, those are the ones who have blood on their hands. While they stay safe and cozy in their houses with their families, they send young men to die after having raised them to a blind hatred that knows no compromise.

I feel I will end up, sooner or later, on that wall too, a little star amongst many others. I will finally join my comrades, young guys in love with a life they could never get to live. At times, I really wish to be amongst them. This job consumes your consciousness – you have to see and do things nobody would even dream of doing. Sooner or later also I will commit some imprudence, an error of judgment, a mistake that will cost me my life – a life I feel empty.

I hope this book will be enjoyable and a good food for thoughts. I had to change a few names and camouflage some situations, which would otherwise threaten the State of Israel’s safety. My experiences have been translated in the form of a novel. I hope you’ll be able to read my message of hope and love between the lines.

This is a journey to the outer fringes of the law, which started in 2014, before the war in Gaza. It’s the work of a group of friends, who became, in the space of a few months, one of Mossad’s best operative teams.

Ariel Lilli

Israel Jihad in Tel Aviv is adapted from the original Israeli series Israel Jihad with more than six thousand certified copies sold all over the world.

Ariel Lilli Cohen with her first novel was a best seller on Amazon US, Australia and Italy. As a self-publishing book, the novel garnered its success thanks to the word of mouth and it is currently translated in eleven languages.

Israel Jihad in Jerusalem, the second chapter of the narration, tells the story of a group of friends that in a few months had become one of Mossad's best operative teams.

Many questions and mysteries were uncovered in the first novel.

Who is responsible for the attack in Tel Aviv?

Who wants to destroy the State of Israel?

Will Trump and Putin seal a peace agreement for the Middle East?

December 6th, 2018 is the date the civil world is looking forward to since as of now it is the only hope for peace.

The Daesh is weakened to its roots, the foreign fighters are assaulting the symbols of democracy from within like a metastasis. Day-to-day life is devastated.

The evil in this novel has taken the likeness of Hamza Bin Laden. Al Qaeda wants to extinguish the Occident in the most religious city in the world. The city that divides and unifies the religions and the political beliefs in the world. No democracy, not even in Canada, France, Italy, Russia, Belgium, America, and Australia, can feel safe from the murderous madness of those who take the religion hostage to create terror.

Who is Hamza bin Laden and why does he crave to destroy Israel?

From the ashes of Daesh, Al Qaeda rises and Israel is its target.

No one is safe on his own land.

The Western Wall and the Al-Aqsa mosque, could they coexist peacefully?

A thriller that accompanies the reader in a journey along those who experienced these events firsthand, narrating the antecedents and the stories -never told or captured by cameras- where, at the sidelines of our consciousness, politics oftentimes shakes bloody hands in that strip of gray land; where conspiracies and allegiances are mushed with political and military analyses that are unlikely to be addressed in newspapers.

Chapter 1 - Curling Days

I know what I want. I have a goal, an opinion, I have a religion and love. Let me be myself and then I am satisfied. I know that I'm a woman, a woman with inward strength and plenty of courage.

Anne Frank

Shani is the first to arrive in the office today, there are few unfinished paperwork that she wants to complete before her colleagues arrive. She drops her backpack with spare clothes for the evening. It's an important day, it's Zoe's birthday and they will celebrate their first year together. She's euphoric, full of energy despite the early hour. Her mind works in such an organized fashion like a binary code:  on colored sticky notes she writes down all the things she still has to get done for the day.

I'll stop by the flower shop around the corner to buy some flowers for my sweetheart before he arrives, then I have to call Dublinov 8 and confirm our reservation for dinner, I want everything to be perfect, nothing can ruin our day, she says speaking to herself while hopping on the elevator.

You know how happy she will be when I take her there tonight? we've wanted to dine there for months now but with one thing and another, we never made it there, she thinks already anticipating their evening together.

While looking at her reflection in the elevator mirror, she tenderly fluffs her curly hair and the sublime scent of MoroccanOil diffuses all around. Every time she uses a different feeling flows through her body. Today there's a different glow in her eyes, she feels confident and sparkling,  she feels great.

She checks Whatsapp to see whether Zoe is awake. The elevator doors open, and as she was walking out with her head down she accidentally bumps into someone who was trying to get in.

Agent! Shani!! Watch out.

She almost made the director, Yossi Kadosh, spill his morning coffee.

Uhm, excuse me, sir, I was distracted, I am really sorry, she says apologetically.

What are you doing over here so early? Did something serious happen, is everything okay?

No, nothing serious, today is Zoe's birthday and I was so excited that I couldn't fall asleep, that's why I came in early, I don't want anything to go wrong today.

Good for you, it's nice to see that you are genuinely in love, see you later for our follow-up then, but make sure you get out of your head now, we need you here and focused..

As soon as the conversation and their eye contact ended, Shani gives a shy hint of an embarrassed smile -biting her lower lip- for what just happened. Yoshi is actually not that bad, he's more permissive with Yael's Team than with the other team units.

I need to remember to hit up Yael once I'm back in the office, it would be awesome if she could send Zoe her birthday wishes.

****

The elevator moves fast, one floor after the other. And then, it stops. The slide doors open to reveal  Yael's operative team office.

I have a delivery for Miss Zoe... utters the delivery guy who looked quite lost and was hidden by a flamboyant bouquet. There was a soldier standing still and tall at the room entrance. The lady soldier with a cheeky smirk on her face, imagining Zoe's embarrassed reaction, points directly at Zoe's. The delivery guy then walks in her direction.

I'm sorry but at the moment I can't reply, I'm really busy, but I'm fine and I'll call you back as soon as I have a chance so we can catch up. Send my greetings to everyone.

Yael's text made Shani think for quite a while.

Text messages sent to friends always have a distinctive character. Each and every one of us is recognizable by the way we text, we all have a unique style, whether it's the emojis or the punctuation. And as a matter of fact, Shani believes the text was oddly detached and impersonal, surely not her friend's style. But what is even more alarming to her is the syntax itself. An agent on a mission who contacts a colleague always adds specific codes to prove his identity. It's the protocol.

In this case, Shani doesn’t recognize neither her friend nor her boss. And this feeling, other than the fact that Yael hasn’t been answering her phone for a while now, except for these odd, cold texts, was really bothering her. The seed of suspicion is blooming in her guts and mind when suddenly her mind is taken back to the reality: indiscrete and nosy comments were filling the room as the delivery guy was walking towards Zoe, who  was realizing what was going on and  becoming more and more embarrassed.

When the delivery guy reaches Zoe's workstation and again announces that he has a delivery for her, her  facial expression and complexion change, almost hiding that light veil of makeup on her face. Her gaze looks immediately for her partner’s who, curious about what Zoe's reaction would be, is actually already staring back at her. The eye-language between the two of them lasted just a few instants, but for Zoe and Shani, it felt so intimate and indefinitely long even if there were other people witnessing the moment. During this endless heartfelt exchange of looks, Zoe felt caught off guard, she didn’t know whether she was mad at her partner for putting her in such an embarrassing situation like that, or whether she could love her even more, if that was possible, for her thoughtful surprise. The romantic mood was suddenly interrupted by Green’s comment,

Girls! Y’all are giving me cavities, watching the whole flower delivery scene from the back of the room.

Guys, it’s so nice to have you all here.. Come on Shlomit, don’t be a party pooper, join us. We are about to eat the cake.

I’m coming, I’m coming, he mumbles from his desk.

Shlomit has that gut feeling he always has when there is something completely off, that feeling of uneasiness overwhelms him. He’s not new to feeling this way and it has always kept him safe in the past. He has this damn tingling sensation flowing through his toes. Then he pokes his head through the computer in front of him looking for Shani.

Shani! Have you heard from Yael? Have you tried to call her?

Of course I tried, but she didn’t reply, after a few minutes she texted me back saying she was under the shower and everything was good.

That’s it? continues Shlomit... She didn’t ask or say anything else, did she?

Now that I’m thinking about it, her text was missing the codes we use when we are on duty… Probably it just slipped her mind maybe because she was just enjoying her shower, I’ll call her again later today.

Shani! When were you thinking of informing us about it? Shlomit’s voice becomes rougher than he would have wanted.

What’s wrong with you, Shlomit?... It might just be a coincidence.

Are you serious, Shani?! You know I don’t believe in coincidence. Especially when it comes to Yael and when she’s on a mission abroad.

Zoe holds Shani’s hand who after being scolded by Shlomit was quite blue in the face, and while she gives her a warm hug she accidentally dirties her nose with some whip cream.

The noise coming from the back of the room is fading gradually, all Shlomit could hear was the voice echoing in the back of his head saying, Yael is in danger, I know it. I can tell she’s in danger.

He tries to locate Yael’s mobile phone through its signal. Good, her phone is active and it’s in Canada he thinks while operating the computer.

‘Oh Shlomit, do you need a hand? You look worried interrupts Green who in the meantime left the party.

Look, the islamist cell in which Yael is trying to go undercover is very dangerous, it is made mostly of foreign fighters returned from Syria, they are all dangerous people.

I see, Shlomit... Alright, just check if there are any suspicious activities and then come back to celebrate with Shani, she really cares about the unity of the group.

Of course, Green, no one knows how much I care about this group but we need to watch our backs… and there’s something wrong about this whole story... You see? Here, look! Shlomit points the monitor.

Look, Yael’s mobile phone stayed in the same position for the past three days... How is that possible?

Let me see. Damn, you are right! Girls, come and see! Shlomit geolocalized Yael’s phone! She hasn’t moved for the past three days! Green yells at the group still partying at the back.

Like cloud filled with rain, Shani’s face changes. She knew it that the day was going too well- the way she planned it- to be true… She grabs her phone from the table next to the cake and she pulls away from the open space.

Five minutes later, the elevator doors open. Yossi Kadosh is the first to get out, followed by Ronen and Shani.

"Guys, I need an update of what you’ve discovered! I want all the resources in Canada and North America to be available in 20 minutes, I need to retrace Yael’s last movements.

Who heard from her last?... In the meantime, Ronen, you call the US Secretary of State, and get in touch immediately with our Embassy in Canada."

Director, give me 5 minutes, I’m uploading the data in the software... Shlomit repeats like a mantra without taking his hands off the keyboard.

Ronen gets close to Yossi and rests his hand on his shoulder,

If this were a criminal act and not a coincidence, the attack would be addressed to us, a threat... his words are broken by the ringing tone of his mobile. Whit his left hand he picks the phone and takes it closer to his eyes.

It’s Youssef’s number. With a sneer of satisfaction he puts his phone back in his pocket and continues talking with Yossi.

Shani, who is right in front of him, can’t help but notice it.

Chapter 2 - The Darkness

What’s happening? Where am I?

When we can’t use our sight, the other senses become sharper. Yael is trying to dilate her pupils to perceive even the slightest presence of light, in vain. Darkness, pitch black. The depth of the darkness is as distressing as the lack  of sounds. Her heart is racing so fast that it is almost exploding out of her chest, the veins in her neck are pumping blood and adrenaline to the brain. A blow of wind caresses her shoulder. She’s frightened. She’s afraid of moving, she’s afraid of staying still. She smells fresh clean laundry as scented as the one you smell when you stroll on Tel Aviv streets mixed with manure. Her mind is trying to protect her, it takes her back to her childhood, when she would run in her grandparents’ backyard in Tel Aviv: she would run between the sheets and then to the old tree, then to the family barn. That colorful image in her mind eases her. But then a gelid blow of wind brings her back to the present. She’s panting.

It could be a barn, but why? she’s trying to recollect the safe childhood memories so that she can feel better, but fear has taken over. Her retching breath had a sinister echo in that colorless place. It was like another dimension.

She has to calm down, she needs to think clearly and understand what is going on around her.

What happened? I’m confused, I can’t remember, I can’t remember anything.

With her hands she tries to have an understanding of the space around her. And in doing so she’s stretching them and her toes also, almost to check that they are still there, at the end of her limbs. Without moving, she explores the surrounding groping; the soil is humid, moist. She can feel a piece of wood.

It’s not wood, it’s a knife

Why a knife?

What’s happening to me? Where am I, why?

She tries hard to alienate herself from that obscure place, thinking about when she used to look at the sunset and the stars; when her dad, returning from work, would call her for dinner. It’s working. The heartbeat is becoming regular. Deep breathes. She’s relaxing her shoulders as she’s stretching her toes. Her body is getting acclimated to that condition. After all the time she spent there, she seems to have developed some sort of night blindness, and like lots of wild animals she can now see in the dark quite well. Then, finally, the noise of a distant vehicle completes her sensorial experience, or at least this is what she thinks. Her brain associates it with her father’s car. A vehicle approaching nearby lights up that space with the headlights, ripping the darkness of her soul.

An icy breeze makes her plunge in the obscurity of fear. The light, for a brief instant, is blinding. Her mind goes back to the knife. Hands are bleeding, a few feet away a human corpse.

She can’t understand.

Mommy... she hardly mutters.

The car and the headlights are far gone. The light is gone.

There’s silence, there’s darkness. Once again.

A scream.

Well, she’s recovering. I hope I haven’t dosed her with too much narcotic. Careful, she’s waking up, I need to make a call. You, Ahmad, check immediately her blood pressure and her pulse. She’s not dying on our watch, not here. We are not risking it!

Good, her pulse is stable, she should wake up soon. Yalla yalla, grab some clean towels and a bucket of water on your way back.

Yael is cold, she can feel something crawling on her leg, now on her shoulder.  She widens her eyes: a spider. Everything is so confusing, the objects around her seem shapeless. Her lips are chapped, she’s thirsty. Her head is getting heavier, her eyes are hurting, she can hear a voice in the distance. Now it’s closer. She recognizes the smell, her brother’s smell. It’s Avner! How is that possible? It can’t be real!

Yael, Yael, wake up, Yael, Yael, Yael…

"Avner! Avner! Is that you? Oh how much I’ve missed you, what’s happening? Is that really you? Her blurred sight slowly becomes normal.

Yael, Yael!

Abruptly, as if she was touched by a red-hot poker she turns around, she bulges her eyes. The cold disappears, again she’s catapulted violently into reality.

It wasn’t Anver!

Welcome back, Princess, says Nasir.

Yael’s pupils are wide open. She looks around horrified. The ambiance is aseptic. A chair, a small table and a little mattress on the floor. It looks like a prison cell. She can’t perceive a smell, she can’t hear a sound. She’s trying to identify the man’s face, looking at him with contempt. Still, she can’t make sense of any of it. Her hands and legs are tied up.

Princess, I know you have many questions: who I am, why you are here. Don’t be hasty, soon you’ll know everything.

As Nasir is speaking, Yael keeps looking around. She notices that behind him, at the height of his gaze, there are tools on a tabletop with small rusty wheels. She can’t see them clearly, but she can tell that there are tools used by dentists, several syringes and electrical utensils. A chill running from her stomach wakes her up completely.

You noticed my working tools, I see says Nasir directing his look to the tabletop while approaching Yael. If you do and say whatever I want, I won’t use any of them on you. But we have plenty of time, we are not in a rush. Would you like something to drink?" he asks in the attempt of being cordial and kind.

Yael, who hasn’t voiced a sound yet, as she’s listening to Nasir’s word turns her head away in sign of refusal.

Princess, I understand... I was told you are a tough girl. I’ll leave you alone to think of the right thing to do.

You will surrender, oh, you will surrender...

It’s unbelievable how much pain you can inflict to someone by simply adding chemical elements to the body or by removing them from it.

You will give in, Princess, one way or another, I give you my word.

Yael can’t help but stare at that small wheeled tabletop with the tools on it. She recalls the lessons