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“The Flower-Crowned Martial God; Sword in one hand, flower in the other. Shi QingXuan only remembered the flower, but had forgotten: Xie lian ascended because of his sword.”
― Mò Xiāng Tóngxiù, 天官赐福 [Tiān Guān Cì Fú]

“The ‘Three Tumors’ is the nickname given to the three heavenly officials who don’t have a good rep but have a good relationship with each other, and they are Ming Guan, Ling Wen, and my brother.
‘I can’t believe it’s not Xie Lian, Xie Lian, and Xie Lian.’ Xie Lian thought.”
― 墨香铜臭, 天官赐福 [Tiān Guān Cì Fú]

“There's no banquet in this world that doesn't come to an end.”
― 墨香铜臭, 天官赐福 [Tiān Guān Cì Fú]

“Xie lian smiled wistfully. "San Lang, things aren't always that absolute. Sometimes, it's not up to you to decide if the path is easy to walk."

Hua Cheng said softly, "I might not be able to decide whether the path is easy or not; but whether I tread the path is entirely up to me.”
― Mò Xiāng Tóngxiù, 天官赐福 [Tiān Guān Cì Fú]

“To me, the one basking in infinite glory is you.
The one fallen from grace is also you.
What matters is you, and not the state of you.”
― 墨香铜臭, 天官赐福 [Tiān Guān Cì Fú]

“Then, Your Highness, let me ask you: if the heavens really do condemn you, will you apologize then?"

"If that should happen, then the heavens are in the wrong.”
― 墨香铜臭, 天官赐福 [Tiān Guān Cì Fú]

“He's done his best. Only, in this world, just doing your best isn't good enough.”
― 墨香铜臭, 天官赐福 [Tiān Guān Cì Fú]

“That person saw me at my worst", Hua Cheng said.
"Then I'm very envious of that", Xie Lian replied.”
― Mò Xiāng Tóngxiù, 天官赐福 [Tiān Guān Cì Fú]

“The Head Priest stared at him, “I’ve seen your future, and it’s pitch black.”

Xie Lian looked him straight in the eyes and said, “You must’ve seen wrong. I only like to wear white.”
― 墨香铜臭, 天官赐福 [Tiān Guān Cì Fú]

“Xie Lian dared say that even the most renowned of sculptors of Xianle back then would not be able to carve to this level of excellence. It was as if the sculptor’s mind was completely filled with this person, and his eyes only saw this person.”
― 墨香铜臭, 天官赐福 [Tiān Guān Cì Fú]

“Xie Lian had always believed in “forever”. For example, friends would always be friends forever; no betrayal, no deception, no breaking up.”
― 墨香铜臭, 天官赐福 [Tiān Guān Cì Fú]

“Last time, they spent eight hundred years running towards each other.
This time, it only took an instant to fall into each other's embrace.”
― Mò Xiāng Tóngxiù, 天官赐福 [Tiān Guān Cì Fú]

“It’s definitely painful to think about. To have given everything for love, and lose everything in return.”
― Mò Xiāng Tóngxiù, 天官赐福 [Tiān Guān Cì Fú]

“If I like something, then my heart will not have room for any other, and I’ll always treasure it. A thousand times, a million times, no matter how many years, this will not change. This poem is the same.”
― 墨香铜臭, Mò Xiāng Tóng Xiù, 天官赐福 [Tiān Guān Cì Fú]

“Even though your pavilions and temples are burnt down…don’t be sad. I will build you many more temples in the future; bigger, more elegant, better than anyone else’s. No one will be able to compete with you. I’ll do it!”
― 墨香铜臭, 天官赐福 [Tiān Guān Cì Fú]

“Obviously, the kind that belongs to him.”


Hua Cheng reached out and lifted Xie Lian’s chin. “His temper is certainly nice, but my temper is bad. No one shall touch what I love except for me.”
― 墨香铜臭, Mò Xiāng Tóng Xiù, 天官赐福 [Tiān Guān Cì Fú]

“Hua Cheng said woefully, “Gege, although I’m happy you’re so happy, but, is it really that funny?”

Xie Lian hugged his belly. “Of course! Only after having met you did I rediscover that it’s such a simple thing to be happy, hahaha…”
― Mò Xiāng Tóng Xiù, 天官赐福 [Tiān Guān Cì Fú]

“Xie Lian had buried his face in his back, and also didn’t speak. Though nothing was said, it was enough.

He heard Hua Cheng’s staggering voice coming from above. “...Your Highness. You really…will be the death of me.”
― 墨香铜臭, 天官赐福 [Tiān Guān Cì Fú]

“So." [Isobel] cleared her throat. "What are we doing?"

"We," [Varen] said at last, "are doing a project on Poe."

"Didn't he marry his cousin or something?"

"The man is a literary god and that's all you have to say?”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

“In love. In love with the stoic, the sullen, the eternally morose Varen Nethers?
He would never allow it.”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

“He smiled like he couldn't help it. She couldn't believe it. He was actally smiling, teeth and all. Had she ever seen him smile before? No, she realized, because right now, it was such a jarring thing to witness that for a moment it felt as though she was sharing the car with a stranger.”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

“I'll come back to get you, too, okay?"

"Why?" he snapped.

"Because," she said with a gasp, unable to fathom the source of his question, or his tone. "Because I love you, that's why.”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

“He turned his head and caught her with his eyes. She froze, locked by the intensity of his stare. His eyes were stark and cold, the concentrated green of pale jade. Outlined in smudged black kohl, those eyes focused on her, unblinking through the feathery strands of his jet black hair, and it was like being watched through a cage by a complacent and calculating cat.

Discomfort welled in her, thick and black as an oil spring. Who was this guy and what was his royal problem? Her gaze flicked briefly to the small metal loop that hugged one corner of his bottom lip.

He blinked once, then slowly lifted one hand and crooked a beckoning finger at her. Isobel hesitated but then as though spellbound to obey, she found herself leaning in.

“What are you staring at?” he whispered.”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

“She glanced down at the contents of her plate. Just tell him what it is. Simple. Look at it and say what it is. "Sloppy Joe," she managed.

"Hmm," he said, sounding doubtful. "May he rest in peace.”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

“Yeah, well, I tried to explain that my mind powers don’t work on Tuesdays.”
― Kelly Creagh

“She'd never been kissed like that before - like the shell of her soul had evaporated.”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

“Is — is any of this real?" she asked. "Are you real?"

He lifted a hand to her cheek, his fingers brushing her jaw.

"Even if this is a dream," he whispered, "I'm not."

Isobel's eyes widened, recognizing those words as her own, the same ones she had once uttered to him. She reached for him, her arms twining around his neck, drawing him closer so his scent poured over her, that combination of incense, citrus, and dried leaves overriding the funeral funeral smell of the crowding flowers.

"Don't leave," she breathed.

"I'm here," he whispered. "Right here. Waiting.”
― Kelly Creagh, Enshadowed

“She had just enough time to take in a breath, to blink, to part her lips before he took them with his own.”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

“Why couldn't she just come out and say she liked him?

Maybe it was because she more than liked him.”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

“You're really a blond," she said, her tone just short of accusatory.
"And if you tell anyone, I will come to you in the night and smote your everlasting soul.”
Promise? Isobel turned back to the piano quickly, shocked that she'd almost uttered this aloud.”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore