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“She tossed him a small mirror so that he could see the results, and what he saw horrified him. The boiling concoction left a deep trail of burnt skin that stretched from the crown of his head all the way to his chin – almost like an artificial sluice that burned his flesh to form a large rivulet that ran down the center of his face.”
― The Odd and The Strange: A Collection of Very Short Fiction
― The Odd and The Strange: A Collection of Very Short Fiction
“Working to establish a more comfortable style of survival has grown to feel complete in and of itself as a reason to live, and we’ve gradually, methodically, forgotten our original question … We’ve forgotten that we still don’t know what we’re surviving for.’ Out”
― The Celestine Prophecy: how to refresh your approach to tomorrow with a new understanding, energy and optimism
― The Celestine Prophecy: how to refresh your approach to tomorrow with a new understanding, energy and optimism
“And the quickest to harm a stranger are the soonest to think a stranger will harm them.”
― The Eye of the World
― The Eye of the World
“Fedin laughed outright, a grim, calculating gesture as hard and unfeeling as cold steel. “Twenty million Russians have been slaughtered by the Fascists in the last six years..... Always remember this, Squadron Leader. It was our war, our victory and now it is our Berlin. We tolerate your presence in this city… if that.”
― Who Has Buried the Dead?: From Stalin to Putin … The last great secret of World War Two
― Who Has Buried the Dead?: From Stalin to Putin … The last great secret of World War Two
“Karṇa walks, his back is straight, he is lit up by his divine earings; yet his feet drag. He turns into an alley. His head droops and falls to his chest. He stops. Mist swirls around him, becomes motionless, parts. From between his ribs steps a young woman. Her eyes and face and tongue are brown like old blood and she is decked in old things and she wears upon her wrists two burnt black bracelets. She places the point of a knife under Karṇa’s chest plate and cuts, a gentle sawing motion, the blade moving beneath the skin, a slicing of the quick: nerves, blood vessels, sinews. I feel his pain; not a stab; it is insistent, enduring, but sharp nonetheless, as with any loss.”
― Karna's Wheel
― Karna's Wheel
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