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Not sure i’ll finish this one. Nothing new happening.

So much lore! I need the wiki notes

Wow. That was one heck of a lore drop.

Hmmm. Jury’s still out.

I like that the coven leader isn’t a complete snob.

Oh nooo is that the cat’s “voice”???

Is this fan fic of Gormenghast?

Always pale, now she was a sister to the snows that lay about them. Every freckle stood out on her face with alarming clarity.

“I’d fondly imagined authority as an equalizer.”

“She glanced up to look into the shivering, nine-eyed gaze of the centipede queen. ‘Ah,’ she said. ‘I wouldn’t have thought such a face could convey anger so accurately. Fascinating.’”

“How was it possible to love a place so much, and yet to feel like you’d be glad to see the back of it at the same time?”

“Minh’s favourite time of the day was the very early morning. As he made his way down to the spider enclosure in dawn’s first light, the forest would be just waking up, and the relentless sun had yet to turn the air between the trees into a humid fog. He would listen to the bats, a great invisible world beyond the leaves that he only caught the occasional glimpse of”

Derick the cheater reminding me a lot of Kvothe 🤣

“He sat long in thought; and it came to Rowan that he would attempt to express a very abstract idea, and that the small words with which he was most familiar would prove insufficient tools.
"In the morning," he said hesitantly, "the sun comes up. …To sleep or to rise…to decide this, you must first know one thing: that the sun is up. In life, this is always true. In order to do, you must know."

“It is strange. It inspires strange thoughts."
She pulled her gaze from the object and turned to study the seyoh, speculatively. "You seem to regard that as good."
He smiled, slightly. "I thought long on it... I thought in a strange fashion. It is useful, to think strangely. You see the world in a different way, become hard to fool.

“The wind across the sky flaps hummed two deep tones, rising and falling in tandem. Outside, the redgrass rattled, tapped, hissed. In her months in the Outskirts, Rowan had forgotten that the redgrass sounded like rain. Now it became rain again: the Outskirts themselves, daring to tell a lie to a steerswoman. False information, covering secrets."

“Outside, the night was cool and clear…The tents were faint shapes, difficult to discern; their black star-shadows seemed to hold more substance than they themselves did. Rowan passed in and out of those shadows, half expecting to feel their edges on her skin, like the touch of the water's surface on a rising swimmer's face. The fire pit was cold, with the ancient, deserted smell of dead ashes.”

“She sat in the gloom. A shaft of sunlight slanted in through the entrance, carving from the shadows a single canted block of illumination, lying across the bright-patterned carpet. Colors glowed, brilliant: sharp planes, intricate cross-lines. There seemed to be two carpets: a shadowy one covering the entire tent-floor, and another, smaller one lying before her, constructed purely of colored light.”

“Light slowly grew, the flat pastel of predawn. People and objects seemed to wear the pale colors like paint on their surfaces and skins. The only tones that held any depth were the sea gray of Averryl's eyes; the rich earth brown of Bel's; and the fragmenting, shifting blue of the jewels on Bel's belt, glittering as she moved, testing the shapes of the signals she learned.”