Helen ⊹₊⟡⋆

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

“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

“This is how colonialism works. It convinces us that the fallout from resistance is entirely our fault, that the immoral choice is resistance itself rather than the circumstances that demanded it.”
― R.F. Kuang, Babel

“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