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416 pages, Hardcover
First published September 10, 2024
"Though you may think otherwise," she mumbles, "you are my anchor in this world. I'm sorry I tossed you adrift. I thought I was burying us instead."
「 Calla Tuoleimi has ruined him, so he'll have to ruin everything in return. 」
「 It's easier to speak to her like this, when she's turned away from him. She becomes a shadow of a woman, made up of hungry wisps and the smell of smoke, something impossible to grasp and therefore something he was only meant to lose. 」
「 Every push and pull between them exists as a promise of mutual destruction. 」
— Though you may think otherwise," she mumbles, "you are my anchor in this world. I'm sorry I tossed you adrift. I thought I was burying us instead.
— Humanity may be granted blessings, but it should never think it, too, can play god.
— A fish in poisoned water won’t be thankful to await a feeding every hour. It will want a new tank where it can swim uninhibited to find its own food.
— Power has a certain taste to it. A hot, golden tang slinking down the throat and trailing smoke in its wake, like seared meat or aged liquor. Something to settle the body, soothe the heart. It is the answer to every type of hunger, an addictive luxury that requires little else in accompaniment, some salve solely made to take up every bit of space it can find.
0.0% "let's all hope this is godawful in a funny way and not in a boring way"
"Don't speak to me."
The carriage goes quiet. The other two advisors shift uncomfortably.
"I—you—pardon?" General Poinin demands.
She considers backpedaling to conceal her overt disdain. She could say that his suggestion is unnecessary by the palace's own decree. It is illegal for the provinces to speak anything other than Talinese, and so the villagers cannot truly pray when prayers to the old gods were made in their original tongue. Excessive worship in the provinces has already been cut down. The palace has no need to draw more ire from their farmers.
"Don't speak to me," Calla repeats instead. "Your voice is so fucking grating."


