Helen ⊹₊⟡⋆

“Benedikt,” Marshall said again, nervously now. “Say something.” Benedikt finally jolted to action. He picked up the nearest object he could find—an apple—and threw it at Marshall with all his strength. “Hey!” Marshall yelped, jumping out of the way. “What gives?” “You didn’t think to contact me?” Benedikt shouted. He picked up an orange next. It bounced off Marshall’s shoulder. “I thought you were dead! I mourned you for months! I slaughtered Scarlets in your name!” “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Marshall kept darting around, trying to avoid being target practice.”
― Chloe Gong, Our Violent Ends

“She was a goddess. She was a monster. She‘d nearly destroyed this country. And then she‘d given it one last, gasping chance to live.”
― R.F. Kuang, The Burning God

“There are no kind masters, Letty,’ Anthony continued. ‘It doesn’t matter how lenient, how gracious, how invested in your education they make out to be. Masters are masters in the end.”
― R.F. Kuang, Babel

“Hate was its own kind of fire and if you had nothing else, it kept you warm.”
― R.F. Kuang, The Burning God