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“You’re acting like you share a secret language all of a sudden.” “Isn’t that always the case with those who’ve read the same books?”
― Light Bringer
― Light Bringer
“And he loved her. He loved her. He loved her. He loved her. He loved her so much he’d rewritten history.”
― A Curse for True Love
― A Curse for True Love
“I wasn't aware that words could hold so much. I didn't know a sentence could be so full.”
― Where the Crawdads Sing
― Where the Crawdads Sing
“Oh. Darrow. I remembered. No more Truffle Pig. She hates it. Says it’s demeaning to her other contributions and athletic stature.”
“Uh-huh. Well. She doesn’t get to choose her own callsign.”
“Of course not. I was thinking Strawberry Lass. No? Crow Whisperer? Red Rabbit?”
“We’ll figure it out later.” I have a thought. “What do they call baby eagles?”
He acts like he’s just seen a puppy. “Eaglet. Oh gods. She’ll die.”
― Light Bringer
“Uh-huh. Well. She doesn’t get to choose her own callsign.”
“Of course not. I was thinking Strawberry Lass. No? Crow Whisperer? Red Rabbit?”
“We’ll figure it out later.” I have a thought. “What do they call baby eagles?”
He acts like he’s just seen a puppy. “Eaglet. Oh gods. She’ll die.”
― Light Bringer
“You all right?” I ask.
“I was used as a bus driver for a spy I’m in love with who I thought rescued me because she thought I was a hero, whose protégé chose to become a tyrant and shoot my best friend’s protégé in the head—whom I find out was the paragon of honor.” He smiles. “I’m over the moon, goodman.”
I squeeze his shoulder. “If it counts, I think you’re a hero.” He snorts a laugh but doesn’t throw my hand off. I pat his shoulder. “So I’m your best friend.”
He glares at me. “Don’t rub it in.”
― Light Bringer
“I was used as a bus driver for a spy I’m in love with who I thought rescued me because she thought I was a hero, whose protégé chose to become a tyrant and shoot my best friend’s protégé in the head—whom I find out was the paragon of honor.” He smiles. “I’m over the moon, goodman.”
I squeeze his shoulder. “If it counts, I think you’re a hero.” He snorts a laugh but doesn’t throw my hand off. I pat his shoulder. “So I’m your best friend.”
He glares at me. “Don’t rub it in.”
― Light Bringer
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