Status Updates From Lullaby for a Lost World

“
You do not rest. You cannot forgive. You are not safe—you never were.”

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“They bury you at the bottom of the gardens—what’s left of you, pathetic and small and twisted so out of shape it hardly seems human anymore. The river, dark and oily, licks at the ruin of your flesh—at your broken bones—and sings you to sleep in a soft, gentle language like a mother’s lullabies, whispering of rest and forgiveness, of a place where it is forever light, forever safe.”

11.42pm all i know is the *i* am allegedly dead

started at 6.26pm

Blood and pain and sacrifice and the power of the house—the only true things in a dying world, and what does it matter if not everyone pays them? Only the sick and the weak, or the innocent, or the powerless?

There is no rest. There is no forgiveness. And never, ever, any safety.

“There is always a price to be paid for safety. Don’t you know this, Charlotte?”

“You’ve lived forever.”

Your master grimaces. “It’s not life,” he says at last. “Just . . . a continuation—a stretching of time.”

You are dead, and there are no words left; and no lies that will hold.

She doesn’t want to let go because, when she’s knelt in the blood-spattered mud of the gardens, she will have to get up, she will have to go back, to move on, as though everything she does from now on does not stand in the shadow of your death.

You do not rest. You cannot forgive. You are not safe—you never were.

I enjoyed the perspective this was told from. Lovely descriptions and a beautiful cover (especially for a short story). There's a lot we don't know. It's more for the horror and revenge vibes (which it does well) then a super cohesive plot or world.