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“Brandt Solberg had never been a good man, but what did that matter?
Fox hadn't fallen in love with his goodness.”
― Masters of Death
Fox hadn't fallen in love with his goodness.”
― Masters of Death
“You believed in me when I was a ghost," he reminded her, "so I don't see why your faith in me should somehow lessen when you have me in your hands."
"Do I?" she asked. "Have you?"
"In the palm of your hand," he said, and it sounded suspiciously like a promise, but she shook her head, pulling away.
"This is the game," she said. "Isn't it?"
"Do you feel something?" he asked. "It doesn't feel like a game to me."
"But it is," she insisted. "And I think I understand it now."
And she did.
(Don't lose.)
(Gamble everything, but don't lose.)”
― Masters of Death
"Do I?" she asked. "Have you?"
"In the palm of your hand," he said, and it sounded suspiciously like a promise, but she shook her head, pulling away.
"This is the game," she said. "Isn't it?"
"Do you feel something?" he asked. "It doesn't feel like a game to me."
"But it is," she insisted. "And I think I understand it now."
And she did.
(Don't lose.)
(Gamble everything, but don't lose.)”
― Masters of Death
“I forgave him the moment he came back to me. I would love him still, even if he left me again. I would love him through several lifetimes, I think," Fox determined, resigning himself to the truth, "and I would love him in every world, if he asked.”
― Masters of Death
― Masters of Death
“That pain you feel? That's love.”
― Masters of Death
― Masters of Death
“Don't call me that," Fox growled, forcing Brandt onto his back. "I'm not a child."
Brandt hit the mattress with a dull thud, tracing the lines of Fox's face with the path of his gaze.
"No, you aren't, are you," he agreed quietly. "But what will I call you, then?"
It took a moment; Fox fought it as resolutely as he could.
"Call me yours," he begged, burying his forehead in the crook of Brandt's shoulder so as not to see him refuse.
Around him, Brandt's arms stiffened for a moment, and then relaxed. They slid tightly around Fox's ribs, holding him steady.
"Some things are just facts," he said, and Fox wished desperately to believe him.”
― Masters of Death
Brandt hit the mattress with a dull thud, tracing the lines of Fox's face with the path of his gaze.
"No, you aren't, are you," he agreed quietly. "But what will I call you, then?"
It took a moment; Fox fought it as resolutely as he could.
"Call me yours," he begged, burying his forehead in the crook of Brandt's shoulder so as not to see him refuse.
Around him, Brandt's arms stiffened for a moment, and then relaxed. They slid tightly around Fox's ribs, holding him steady.
"Some things are just facts," he said, and Fox wished desperately to believe him.”
― Masters of Death
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