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“Once you dreamed you were killing a boy in some distant city, and you woke to find your sword in your hand, the blade cutting down toward your squire’s upturned face, his eyes like grave dirt. He did not flinch or scream. He simply sat beneath the arc of your sword as if God Himself bade him be still. You wrenched the sword aside so belatedly that a soft lock of his hair fell to the dirt. You called him a fool and a child and many worse names. “I could have killed you,” you said, and he had answered, obscurely, “You never do.”
― Alix E. Harrow, The Six Deaths of the Saint

“How could one not want to do this? To take care of these beautiful books, to spend their time in Primrose Cottage, and to write letters to other people who loved reading? How could her brothers have ever thought coming to Glenn was dull when all of this existed?”
― Hafsa.A. Jawad, The Tales of Arcana Fortune

“I tell you what, I can't help coming here to-morrow, I am a dreamer; I have so little real life that I look upon such moments as this now, as so rare, that I cannot help going over such moments again in my dreams. I shall be dreaming of you all night, a whole week, a whole year.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White nights

“Do you truly mean to die, just so the King can hang a new map behind his throne?”
― Alix E. Harrow, The Six Deaths of the Saint