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“Neither Deluge Nor Ice Storm Nor The Black Silence Of The Netherhells Shall Stay These Messengers About Their Sacred Business. Do Not Ask Us About Sabre-Tooth Tigers, Tar Pits, Big Green Things With Teeth Or The Goddess Czol.”
― Going Postal
― Going Postal
“Smile, say the right kind of words in the right kind of voice, and always, always radiate confidence like a supernova.”
― Going Postal
― Going Postal
“There was a definite feel about Adora Belle Dearheart that a lid was only barely holding down an entire womanful of anger.”
― Going Postal
― Going Postal
“We were all so repressed in our twenties,” Grandma continues. “Just focused on marrying the first jerk who asked.”
― Listen for the Lie
― Listen for the Lie
“You do not yield.
Aelin slammed her hand into the lid. Cairn paused. Aelin pounded her fist into the iron again. Again. You do not yield. Again. You do not yield. Again. Again. Until she was alive with it, until her blood was raining onto her face, washing away the tears, until every pound of her fist into the iron was a battle cry. You do not yield.
It rose in her, burning and roaring, and she gave herself wholly to it.
Over and over, she pounded against the lid. Over and over, that song of fire and darkness flared through her, out of her, into the world. You do not yield
And when she awoke chained on the altar, she beheld what she had done to the iron coffin. The top of the lid had been warped. A great hump now protruded, the metal stretched thin. As if it had come so very close to breaking entirely.”
― Kingdom of Ash
Aelin slammed her hand into the lid. Cairn paused. Aelin pounded her fist into the iron again. Again. You do not yield. Again. You do not yield. Again. Again. Until she was alive with it, until her blood was raining onto her face, washing away the tears, until every pound of her fist into the iron was a battle cry. You do not yield.
It rose in her, burning and roaring, and she gave herself wholly to it.
Over and over, she pounded against the lid. Over and over, that song of fire and darkness flared through her, out of her, into the world. You do not yield
And when she awoke chained on the altar, she beheld what she had done to the iron coffin. The top of the lid had been warped. A great hump now protruded, the metal stretched thin. As if it had come so very close to breaking entirely.”
― Kingdom of Ash
Cheyenne’s 2025 Year in Books
Take a look at Cheyenne’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
493 books
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31 friends
617 books
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121 friends
41 books
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4 friends
0 books
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15 friends
13 books
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6 friends
873 books
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14 friends
0 books
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2 friends
0 books
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80 friends
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