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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

“* a stór (uh stohr)—Irish Gaelic; meaning my darling, or my treasure”
― J.L. Vampa, The Exorcism of Faeries

“You describe it all splendidly, but couldn't you perhaps describe it a little less splendidly? You talk as though you were reading it out of a book.”
― 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