Darrell Samra

“Mead.
O sweet elixir,
Ye bless the lips and steal the wits.
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― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“3. “Well, little sister, you’ll be pleased to hear that your treacherous uprising has been quashed before it could really begin,” he said. “The heads of nine of your region’s lords decorate what remains of Slat’s walls. Your pretty little town is no more. Silson has razed it to the ground. I was tempted to add your pretty head to those of your fellow conspirators, but Aaron has persuaded me to be lenient.”
― Robert Reid, The Empress

“It lasted more or less through the night; and then intermitted, at that terrible time in the early morning – from two o'clock to five – when the vital energies even of the healthiest of us are at their lowest. It is then that Death gathers in his human harvest most abundantly. It was then that Death and I fought our fight over the bed, which should have the man who lay on it.”
― Wilkie Collins, The Moonstone

“Look around! Look what we’ve done to the world. We fucked everything up. In a few years it’s going to be unlivable. We don’t deserve to be stewards of this planet. And that pales to the things we do to each other. We’re monsters, Sander, and someone needs to end it.”
― Alan Bradley, The Sixth Borough