Mee Hae Ra Quotes

“It's a laughable lock—one that you would use only to guard a graveyard. Not that anyone would trouble themselves invading a timber hut in a mangrove forest farther away from the Bay of Bengal. Still, how can someone live with a lock like that? Made of ancient iron, reeking of rust. It would need a primordial key to be twisted and turned, going through several moments of mechanical trouble until the old lock opens. Good luck if you can do that without breaking the key.

Oh! The key … Well, the owner of the hut has left the key right beside the lock, including instructions. The Monk, Yuan Yagmur—revealing his muscled arms from under his wide, dark shawl—takes the note (the one with instructions):

Please, scan your CRAB first before touching the key. For your own safety.
From what, you ask? It’s a surprise.
Enter without scanning if you want to find out.
—Mee-Hae Ra

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― Misba, The Oldest Dance

“For a woman, who once was a yearning of the Mesmerizer, anything is possible.”
― Misba, The Oldest Dance

“But who knows? For a woman, who once was a yearning of the Mesmerizer, anything is possible.”
― Misba, The Oldest Dance

“He tried to make me work. With him,” he says truthfully, just as a war hero, the owner of a strong voice, should.

“You are wrong, Yuan,” Mee-Hae says, half-worried and half-angry, her voice suddenly quivering. “He wanted to make you work. With or without him.”

“I have to stop him,” the Monk says.

“Am I the bait?”
― Misba, The Oldest Dance

“Your hair is greying. Is it a new fashion? And what’s with the laugh lines?”
― Misba, The Oldest Dance

“You talked about some stones you found a while ago,” he says.

“Three years.” Mee-Hae quickly turns around to face him, holding her unwashed panties. From this close, they smell prominently feminine to the Monk’s highly evolved nose. Mee-Hae Ra throws them with her faultless aim to a basket twenty feet away; she’ll have to wash them in the river later. “Your a while ago is actually three years,” she says. “You didn’t pay attention then. I wonder what happened? You even brought the rarest tea on the planet!” She throws a piercing gaze at him. Her pouty lips make her look angry. Abandoning her cleaning, she approaches the balcony, holding the tea package.

“It looks hand-procured,” she mutters. “By any chance, did you pluck it yourself?” She looks at the Monk and already gets the answer that a modest monk won’t provide.”
― Misba, The Oldest Dance

“You keep an ancient lock with a scanner while the balcony is open?” he asks.

“Who will steal from an archeologist who gets no gold and camps temporarily in a forest?” Mee-Hae replies.

“Ten years doesn’t sound temporary.”

“Ten years is a blink for a seventy-year-old High Grade,” Mee-Hae says. “But you’re avoiding my question, Yagmur. Don’t think I didn’t notice.”
― Misba, The Oldest Dance

“Mee-Hae utters annihilated so carefully as if someone might hear, as if it’s a cautiously chosen word and not spoken as a part of a casual description.”
― Misba, The Oldest Dance

“Don’t worry about my pills. It’s common in this era. Thoughts are powerful,” Mee-Hae whispers in response.
“Just cut the negative ones,” the Monk says.”
― Misba, The Oldest Dance

“It looks hand-procured,” she mutters. “By any chance, did you pluck it yourself?” She looks at the Monk and already gets the answer that a modest monk won’t provide.”
― Misba