Status Updates From The Seventh Veil (Etsey Nov...

Chaos and disorder are necessary for creation.

They fought like demons, bruising each other, battering each other, scuffling in a way that only friends could, because only friends would know how to hurt one another so exquisitely.

I love you, and I will not let you suffer alone. If you truly do not love me, if I have battered us beyond repair and my chance for forgiveness has passed, I will accept this. But you will look me in the eye when you tell me this, and you will hand me the words yourself.

I love you, and I will not let you suffer alone. If you truly do not love me, if I have battered us beyond repair and my chance for forgiveness has passed, I will accept this. But you will look me in the eye when you tell me this, and you will hand me the words yourself.

I love you, and I will not let you suffer alone. If you truly do not love me, if I have battered us beyond repair and my chance for forgiveness has passed, I will accept this. But you will look me in the eye when you tell me this, and you will hand me the words yourself.

I love you, and I will not let you suffer alone. If you truly do not love me, if I have battered us beyond repair and my chance for forgiveness has passed, I will accept this. But you will look me in the eye when you tell me this, and you will hand me the words yourself.

I love you, and I will not let you suffer alone. If you truly do not love me, if I have battered us beyond repair and my chance for forgiveness has passed, I will accept this. But you will look me in the eye when you tell me this, and you will hand me the words yourself.

I love you, and I will not let you suffer alone. If you truly do not love me, if I have battered us beyond repair and my chance for forgiveness has passed, I will accept this. But you will look me in the eye when you tell me this, and you will hand me the words yourself.

“You Etsians are so weak your women have to mount you in order to conserve your strength for battle.”
“No, they’re just lusty wenches getting their exercise so they can breed more strong boys for the army,” Jonathan replied.

Let your pride give you strength for the battle you must fight. Let your heart give you the wisdom and the courage to step away when the time is right, when you know the battle is not yours.

“That is terrifying to you, quiera, isn’t it? That someone might find you worthy enough to hurt themselves over. That you, in all your misery, might be worth trying to save, even at such a cost.”

It wasn’t the power over the Catalian that Charles loved; it was the surrender, the trust he’d won. It was headier than any drug he’d ever taken.

An artist is born in the heart, not in training. An artist believes and understands, then spends his life exploring what he has already come to believe, to make his garden greater and brighter for those who would appreciate his art.

“I am not speaking of religion or of priests and priestesses,” Emily replied. “I am speaking of the Goddess. She isn’t something you can learn in a book. She is something you experience.”

This was not a village; it was a hole that people lived in, and from the smell of things, they pissed in it too.

Freaky.

I've barely started this (made it to the end of the first chapter), but set it aside and haven't gotten back to it yet.

Wow there's a lot of story packed in this book. Good fantasy plot so far

Mmmmmmmmm not liking the whole angry sex magic thing, really not liking it

This is so much more than what I thought it would be. Magic, myths, witches and ghosts. So far really amazing!!!

I don't know what to make of this book. It's good but really long. And I hope Charles can get some relief. He's my favorite.