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I took my first breath without his comforting weight and watched the king observe the starless sky. Her ivory horns framed the moon, and from my lowly position against the earth, I cast her as a venerated goddess, a figure beyond even heaven and the angel. She was a religion for me alone.

popping in to say I am in love with the writing in this book

Speaking a name was an intention to draw someone close,[...]

If I could not make myself worthy of an angel, I would make myself worthy of a king.

I wanted someone to beg for me to stay or profess their love. Anything less no longer felt worth my time. I had lived a whole life of bland and measured talk.

I was done crying. I was done being a girl. I wanted to be something that could scream loud enough for the world to hear. I wanted to be like the king— nothing like a woman. Respected but not respectable. Hell where my gender should be.