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“How many times has the world ended before? Perhaps we are just toiling among its ashes.”
― J. Zachary Pike, Son of a Liche

“and it was the moment between six and seven when every flower-roses, carnations, irises, lilac-glows; white, violet, red, deep orange; every flower seems to burn by itself, softly purely in the misty beds; and how she loved the grey-white moths spinning in and out, over the cherry pie, over the evening primroses!”
― Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

“A weak mind is a malleable one. Once it is convinced it has been lied to, it begins to lie to itself. Once persuaded that it is hated, it becomes hateful. Once made to fear violence, it becomes violent.”
― J. Zachary Pike, Son of a Liche

“Every bargain we made was chewed over carefully before it was swallowed. Each one seemed like the best choice at the time, and yet it seemed that we swallowed enough unwholesome things to bring us down to the very edge of death.”
― Alter S. Reiss, Sunset Mantle