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S. 12
“Skies save me from the men in my life and all the things they think they know.”

S. 442 EVERYBODY STAY CALM!!!
Avitas Harper and Elias is family!!

“It’s about Elias. And - about our father.”
Our father
Our father. His and Elia’s.

S. 425 NOOO POOR HELENE!!! HER FAMILY🥲
“You are Mater of Gens Aquilla now,” Father whispers. “You are Blood Shrike of the empire. And you are my daughter. Do not fail me.”
It takes my father longer to die- he has more blood perhaps.

S. 420
So… Elias is the soul catchers successor??”

S. 361 oh fuck OH FUCK!!!
“My name-.”… “is not Keenan.”
I know this figure. The last time I saw him, he was hissing orders at the woman who frightens me most in the world.
Nightbringer.
“There was no Keenan, Laia of Serra,” the nightbringer says. “There was only ever me.”

S. 316 HE’S ALIVE. Darins alive. PLEASE STAY THAT WAY
“Even here, the soldiers speak of the hunt for the Empired greatest traitor. And they speak of the girl you travel with: Laia of Serra. And - the artist… sometimes in his nightmares, he speaks too.”
“What does he say?”
“Her name,” Tas whispers. “Laia. He cried out her name- and tells her to run.”

S. 268 Helene
“You are a torch against the night - if you dare to let yourself burn. 🔥 “

S. 267
“A Mask is not made. She is remade. First, she is destroyed. Stripped down to the trembling child that lived at her core. It’s doesn’t matter how strong she think she is. Blackcliff diminished, humiliated, and humbles her.”

Oh oh now good…

S. 253 NOOOOO IZZI!!!!!

S. 182 nooooo 😭 poor Elias
I look back. My tribal family huddled together, heads bowed. Defeated.
Except for one. She fight, shoving at the auxes who have grappled her arms, fearless in her defiance. Mamie Rila.
Uselessly, I watch her strggle.

S. 159 🩷 Elias and his adoptive mother
“My Elias-“
“Ilyaas.” I say. “For you, I’m Ilyaas.”
“Iyaas is the boy you were,” she says. “Elias is the man you have become.”

“Children are born to break their mothers hearts, my boy. Tell me.” 🥲

“So long as you fight the darkness, you stand in the light.”

Doesn’t it bother you? That your husbands have become such a headline story, so often mentioned, that they have nearly eclipsed your work and yourself? That all anyone talks about when they talk about you are the seven husbands of Evelyn Hugo?”
“No,” she told me. “Because they are just husbands. I am Evelyn Hugo. And anyway, I think once people know the truth, they will be much more interested in my wife.

S. 375
Evelyn it’s never going to let the thing that made her be the thing to destroy her. She was never going to let anything, even a part of her body, have that sort of power.
Evelyn is going to die when she wants to.
And she wants to die now.

S. 366
No one is just a victim or a victor. Everyone is somewhere in between. People who go around casting themselves as one or the other are not only kidding themselves, but they’re also painfully unoriginal.

S. 358 oh no. 😢
Say to them, “Evelyn Hugo just wants to go home. It’s time for her to go to her daughter, and her lover, and her best friend, and her mother.” Tell them Evelyn Hugo says good-bye.

S. 356 WHAT… 😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺
you can find a way to be happy with whatever the truth is.
Until your daughter dies.
Connor was diagnosed with late-stage breast cancer two and a half years ago, when she was thirty-nine. She was given months to live.

S. 355 Robert was a good man to everyone. Celia, Evelyn, Harry and Connor.
He was never disappointed in her.
And he was the first person to congratulate her when she took a job teaching at Wharton. She never knew that he had made a few calls on her behalf. He never wanted her to know. He merely wanted to help her, in any and all ways he could. And he did that, lovingly, until he died at age eighty-one.

S. 350 🩷💔🩷💔🩷💔🩷
Six years later, after Celia and I had spent more than a decade together on the beaches of Spain… Cecelia Jamison died of respiratory failure.
She was in my arms. In our bed.

S. 350 🩷💔🩷💔🩷💔🩷
Six years later, after Celia and I had spent more than a decade together on the beaches of Spain… Cecelia Jamison died of respiratory failure.
She was in my arms. In our bed.

S. 344
Robert always claimed that he married me because he would do anything for Celia. But I think he did it, in at least some small part, because it gave him a chance to have a family.

S. 343 he is a good step-dad to Connor

He never replaced Harry. No one could. But he did ease the pain, a little bit. She asked his opinion about boys. She took the time to find him the perfect sweater on his birthday.
He painted her bedroom for her. He made her favourite barbecue ribs on the weekends.

S. 330 NOOOO😭😭
“I want you to stay, Harry. We need you.”“But if you have to go, then go. Go if it hurts. Go if it's time. Just go knowing you were loved, that I will never forget you, that you will live in everything Connor and I do. Go knowing I love you purely, Harry, that you were an amazing father. Go knowing I told you all my secrets. Because you were my best friend.”
Harry died an hour later.

S. 327 Harry in a serious car crash
I remember holding Harry in my arms as he bled.
I remember the deep gas in his eyebrow,the way the blood coated half of his face in thick rust blood.
I remember seeing the cut from where the seatbelt had sliced the lower side of his neck.
I remember two of his teeth being in his lap.
I remember rocking him back and forth.
I remember saying “stay with me, Harry. Stay with me.”

S. 314 well that’s not fair. All they wanted to do was to be together.
“I have chronic obstructive pulmonary disease.” She said finally. “I probably won’t make it past sixty.”