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“Victra murmurs. “You’re the bookish one. Was it a man who said ‘hell hath no fury like a woman scorned’?” A lancer brings her gauntlets. “It must have been—to imagine something so petty as scorn to be the utmost misery a woman could suffer. What, I wonder, would he make of a mother who has seen her husband sold like meat and her babe nailed to a tree?” She dons her gauntlets. “Perhaps: wrath, I am thee? They come for our children, Virginia.” She turns to me and cups my face with one hand. “Do not fear for me. Instead, pity them.”
― Light Bringer
― Light Bringer
“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
“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
“He is my favorite smell, my favorite sound, my favorite sight. He will never know how much I love him because he does not remember the day Darrow and I conceived him, or the months I carried him inside me, or the minute he came into the world, the moment he said his first word or took his first step, or made me laugh for the first time. I remember all those things, and all the things about them. Where the sun lay in the sky, how his father’s eyes sparkled, what I feared in those moments, what I hoped for his life to be. That season of life is a haze to him, but when I die and reflect on my life, I know I will still believe that season was the meaning of mine.”
― Light Bringer
― Light Bringer
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