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I love the hint indicating her love of transformation

Because I knew nothing, nothing was beneath

Read a line that I know is important: even the most beautiful nymph is largely useless, and an ugly one would be nothing, less than nothing… But a monster, she always has a place. She may have all the glory her teeth can snatch. She will not be loved for it, but she will not be constrained either.

I’m already finding her story terribly sad

I’m so curious to see where this goes

Here she goes again with her comparisons: my father glowed bright as just forged bronze

I believed then that love had to feel like hunger to be true.

The paranoia of the abandoned

I read somewhere that love was about this, the nuggets of knowledge about our beloved that we so fluently hold.

Holding his intentions like jewels

He grew up with his dreams already dreamt for him. Oh chimamanda you are so loved

I wish he had let you all die.
DAMN

A lot is happening

You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature

They leaned towards him, like flowers to the sun, drinking in his lustre

Also a plot decision was made and I was/am repulsed by it

Our men liked conquest; they didn’t not trust men who had been conquered himself

Her voice hissed like water poured on coals

I could recognise him by touch alone, by smell, I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

The ocean’s steady whisper

The cave smelled hot and sweet, like fruit beneath the sun

“He smelled like earth after rain” this line is crazy

I would know it in dark or disguise, I would know it in disguise

Real prose is back!

Finally real literature