Kushaniverse Characters Quotes

“Maroc leaps down to the ring-yard, passes a pond of lilies, then the big stones around a purple willow tree and the sandy ground where only training happens. He fixes the gloves on his hands, just as the knight of Kuhawk should before dealing with an unwanted intruder of this … house? Manor? Palace? … No matter what you call it, if you knew its secrets, you’d call it something else entirely.”
― Misba, The Oldest Dance

“Bring wine,” he mutters. “She’s an old friend.” Standing in his bedroom, he notices the subtle change of expression—a frown, almost—on Maroc’s face after hearing the old-friend part.”
― Misba, The Oldest Dance

“Fine. We are the Knights and Rulers of the world,” she says. “You win this verbal war. Can we move on?”
― Misba, The Oldest Dance

“The Mesmesrizer turns around, facing the woman and glancing at her uniform with golden lines that run along her curves. She must love her uniform—majestic and powerful. He can smell its colors and the fabric: 100% solid, no hologram, no color-changing particles, but not natural enough. He can still smell that 5% polyester with 15% nylon.

“Please, Vellariya,” he says, gesturing with his hand as if offering the floor to the performer, also ignoring that he is still naked after the shower.”
― Misba, The Oldest Dance

“Thrown at Kuhawk at 460 mph while I was roasting a heart,” Maroc says, showing him a hover-tray. It holds something stone-hard and dead—a bird. A crow.”
― Misba, The Oldest Dance

“There’s no welcome song for intruders in any courtesy book,” the Mesmerizer says, still naked and finally replying to whatever the woman said earlier. “Especially, someone from a spy organization,” he adds, “in her full uniform and armed, no less.”
― Misba, The Oldest Dance

“What should I use for a fake speech then?” Pico Not-Connected-To-Its-Source says from the car’s speakers.

“I gave you the most accurate Literature Understanding Intelligence,” Yuan says.

“That’s for book reviewing and suggesting you titles, not for making up a fake speech,” Pico protests. “I’m not connected to—”

“Find something from my last fifty years of speeches. Be useful. Never bother me with Independence-Day speeches again.” Yuan silences the line. This time his voice sounds a bit cold, scratching the line of anger. Just a little. Perhaps, the death of thirty-seven rarest animals on the planet shouldn’t keep you calm after all. Even if they are ‘not pets’.”
― Misba, The High Auction