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“Oh, but history moved in such vicious circles.”
― The Burning God
― The Burning God
“Yet, rin supposed, lovers could still inflict that kind of violence on each other. Hadn't Riga loved Daji? Hadn't Jiang loved Tseveri?
Hadn't nezha once loved her?”
― The Burning God
Hadn't nezha once loved her?”
― The Burning God
“I am the force of creation,” Rin murmured as she stared at the ceiling
and watched it spin. Vaisra’s sorghum wine burned sweet and sour on her
tongue; she wanted to swig more of it, just to feel her insides blaze. “I am
the end and the beginning. The world is a painting and I hold the brush. I
am a god.”
― The Burning God
and watched it spin. Vaisra’s sorghum wine burned sweet and sour on her
tongue; she wanted to swig more of it, just to feel her insides blaze. “I am
the end and the beginning. The world is a painting and I hold the brush. I
am a god.”
― The Burning God
“She recognized the way he was looking at her. It was how she’d once looked at Altan. It was the way she’d seen Daji look at Riga—that look of wretched, desperate, and reproachful loyalty. It said, Do it. Take what you want, it said. I’ll hate you for it. But I’ll love you forever. I can’t help but love you. Ruin me, ruin us, and I’ll let you.”
― The Burning God
― The Burning God
“He loves her.
Of this he's certain.
He loves her laugh; that sharp, sudden sound; the cynical laugh that always comes too quick, like it's ripped out of her. He loves her quick, confident grin. He loves her resilience, her bravery, even her impulsiveness.
She's everything he's not: unbound, reckless, free. He's never known anyone like her.
She terrifies him, and he loves her so much it hurts.
In all of his worst nightmares, she's dying. She's fading away in his arms, helpless and whimpering, while hot, dark blood spills over his fingers.
This he tells her.
He doesn't tell her that his hand holds the blade.”
― The Burning God
Of this he's certain.
He loves her laugh; that sharp, sudden sound; the cynical laugh that always comes too quick, like it's ripped out of her. He loves her quick, confident grin. He loves her resilience, her bravery, even her impulsiveness.
She's everything he's not: unbound, reckless, free. He's never known anyone like her.
She terrifies him, and he loves her so much it hurts.
In all of his worst nightmares, she's dying. She's fading away in his arms, helpless and whimpering, while hot, dark blood spills over his fingers.
This he tells her.
He doesn't tell her that his hand holds the blade.”
― The Burning God
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