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  • #1
    R.F. Kuang
    “Fire and water looked so lovely together. It was a pity they destroyed each other by nature.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Dragon Republic

  • #2
    R.F. Kuang
    “Ruin me, ruin us, and I’ll let you.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Burning God

  • #3
    R.F. Kuang
    “She’s the only divine thing he’s ever believed in. The only creature in this vast, cruel land who could kill him. And sometimes, in his loveliest dreams, he imagines she does.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Drowning Faith

  • #4
    R.F. Kuang
    “They were monsters!" Rin shrieked. "They were not human!"

    "Have you ever considered" he said slowly "that that was exactly what they thought of us?”
    R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War

  • #5
    R.F. Kuang
    “Take what you want. I’ll hate you for it. But I’ll love you forever. I can’t help but love you.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Burning God

  • #6
    R.F. Kuang
    “Oh, but history moved in such vicious circles.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Burning God

  • #7
    R.F. Kuang
    “You humans always think you’re destined for things, for tragedy or for greatness. Destiny is a myth. Destiny is the only myth. The gods choose nothing. You chose.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War

  • #8
    R.F. Kuang
    “I don't love you. And I can kill anything.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War

  • #9
    R.F. Kuang
    “You can’t do this for me,” he said. “I won’t let you.”
    “It’s not for you. It’s not a favor. It’s the cruelest thing I could do.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Burning God

  • #10
    R.F. Kuang
    “Great danger is always associated with great power. The difference between the great and the mediocre is that the great are willing to take the risk.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War

  • #11
    R.F. Kuang
    “She was a goddess. She was a monster. She‘d nearly destroyed this country. And then she‘d given it one last, gasping chance to live.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Burning God

  • #12
    R.F. Kuang
    “People will seek to use you or destroy you. If you want to live, you must pick a side. So do not shirk from war, child. Do not flinch from suffering. When you hear screaming, run toward it.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Dragon Republic

  • #13
    R.F. Kuang
    “Between us, we have the fire and the water. I'm quite sure that together, we can take on the wind.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Dragon Republic

  • #14
    R.F. Kuang
    “She terrifies him, and he loves her so much it hurts.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Drowning Faith

  • #15
    R.F. Kuang
    “She liked listening to Nezha talk. He was so hopeful, so optimistic, and so stupid.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Dragon Republic

  • #16
    R.F. Kuang
    “Well, fuck the heavenly order of things. If getting married to a gross old man was her preordained role on this earth, then Rin was determined to rewrite it.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War

  • #17
    R.F. Kuang
    “The point of revenge wasn’t to heal. The point was that the exhilaration, however temporary, drowned out the hurt.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Burning God

  • #18
    R.F. Kuang
    “I am the force of creation, I am
    the end and the beginning. The world is a painting and I hold the brush. I
    am a god.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Burning God

  • #19
    R.F. Kuang
    “Rin was so tired of having to prove her humanity.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Dragon Republic

  • #20
    R.F. Kuang
    “You don't fix hurts by pretending they never happened. You treat them like infected wounds. You dig deep with a burning knife and gouge out the rotten flesh and then, maybe, you have a chance to heal.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Burning God

  • #21
    R.F. Kuang
    “Dying was easy. Living was so much harder—that was the most important lesson Altan had ever taught her.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Burning God

  • #22
    R.F. Kuang
    “Sir?” Kitay asked. The magistrate turned to look at him. “What?” With a grunt, Kitay raised the crate over his head and flung it to the ground. It landed on the dirt with a hard thud, not the tremendous crash Rin had rather been hoping for. The wooden lid of the crate popped off. Out rolled several very nice porcelain teapots, glazed with a lovely flower pattern. Despite their tumble, they looked unbroken. Then Kitay took to them with a slab of wood. When he was done smashing them, he pushed his wiry curls out of his face and whirled on the sweating magistrate, who cringed in his seat as if afraid Kitay might start smashing at him, too. “We are at war,” Kitay said. “And you are being evacuated because for gods know what reason, you’ve been deemed important to this country’s survival. So do your job. Reassure your people. Help us maintain order. Do not pack your fucking teapots.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War

  • #23
    R.F. Kuang
    “If there is a divine creator, some ultimate moral authority, then why do bad things happen to good people? And why would this deity create people at all, since people are such imperfect beings?”
    R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War

  • #24
    R.F. Kuang
    “When man begins to think that he is responsible for writing the script of the world, he forgets the forces that dream up our reality.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War

  • #25
    R.F. Kuang
    “It’s easy to be brave. Harder to know when not to fight.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War

  • #26
    R.F. Kuang
    “He brushed his lips against her forehead as he drove the knife deeper into her back.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Dragon Republic

  • #27
    R.F. Kuang
    “He loves her laugh; that sharp, sudden sound; the cynical laugh that always comes too quick, like it’s ripped out of her. He loves her quick, confident grin. He loves her resilience, her bravery, even her impulsiveness. She’s everything he’s not: unbound, reckless, free. He’s never known anyone like her. She terrifies him, and he loves her so much it hurts.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Drowning Faith

  • #28
    R.F. Kuang
    “She saw it in a flash of utter clarity. She knew what she had to do. The only path, the only way forward. And what a familiar path it was. It was so obvious now. The world was a dream of the gods, and the gods dreamed in sequences, in symmetry, in patterns. History repeated itself, and she was only the latest iteration of the same scene in a tapestry that had been spun long before her birth.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Burning God

  • #29
    R.F. Kuang
    “He loves her.
    Of this he’s certain.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Drowning Faith

  • #30
    R.F. Kuang
    “In all of his worst nightmares, she’s dying. She’s fading away in his arms, helpless and whimpering, while hot, dark blood spills over his fingers.
    This, he tells her.
    He doesn’t tell her that his hand holds the blade.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Drowning Faith



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