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"He looked like that old Lana Del Rey song come to life, dressed in blue jeans and a soft white shirt"

IM CRINGING

"The Professor smiled her Mona Lisa smile"

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"She supposed the kiss had muddled her brain."

life and death situation mind u and this bitch can get over a fucking kiss get ur shit together

"A kiss didn’t matter. Except that kissing always mattered."

Vă cunoașteti de o zi booo fucking boo🫩

This is horrendous

“That too Madame D, that too. When I’m not here anymore, are you listening? when I’m not anymore, avoid silence, obscurity, seek the gesture, the caress, an other, find yourself an other, that he may know your body as I knew it, teach him if he reveals himself to be timid and awkward, search for your salvation, incite the spirit to a long voyage, push away the spirit”

“do you want me? 
of course
I ask if you love me, Hillé
questions again and always questions, as though it were simple, this thing, loving, as if the breast knew of this adornment, how can I know if the soul doesn’t understand?
the soul feels
it’s flesh that feels”

I wanted to escape, Ehud, my mouth constantly starved for your mouth, life was splendor and marvel, unparalleled glimmer when you touched me, and sinister and hiccuping and nothingness when you were absent
lama sabactani

Someone, name of no one 
this one is nothing
this one yes is someone

“Why am I called Hillé, and why am I on this Earth? I learned to name a great number of things, learned the names of a great number of people, but there must be a slew of things that have no name and yet they never cease to be what they are, and me if I weren’t Hillé who would I be? Someone feeling and observing the world"

“what is Time like, Ehud, in the hole where you are now dead? how does Time live in that hole? Darkness and spew, suddenly, sparks of a thousand colors, what is the Time the swollen, the worm, the fetid like? The fetid, what is it? What becomes of Time in the moistness of the ditch? I am asking the Mad Child: are You there with Ehud? Death, fetid, worm, ditch, swelling, are they all a part of You?”

“it is the body that screams these sad lifeless spaces
why do you not feed your body goodness by accepting the kindness of others?
because the body is dead 
and the soul?
the soul is the Earth’s guest, it seeks, it looks into your eyes at this moment and it sees you chubby with questions”

“Who names the world for me? To be here on Earth, the existence of the Earth, being born, deciphering oneself and learning the adequate language of others, doing well
I am not doing well, Ehud
no one is doing well, death is at work in each of us 
Before there were illusions, no? We inhabited those illusions.”

"With her soul in the spiral on its way to Hell, Sciona’s last thought was not of vengeance or legacy. It was of love."

2 chapters left but i'm not ready WTF

"Thomil.
God bless Thomil! He had hated—or loved—Sciona enough to finish her last spell. The laugh started low in Sciona’s stomach and slowly grew to shake her whole body."

I cannot I love them sm

“You do not repent your actions?”
“Of everyone in this room, I’m not the one who should be repenting, Archmage Justice.”

“I’ll do what I must to protect you,” Bringham said. Still playing the savior. Still acting like he hadn’t spent the night maiming women and children who posed little threat to him.

“That was the inevitable fate of a rotten city built on lies.”

"That—listening to Archmage Bringham try to diagnose her with a lack of male influence like that idiot alchemist—was the thing that made Sciona snap."

“They are going to kill you, Sciona.” And with her, his absolution. Hence the fear in his eyes.
A malicious smile split Sciona’s face. “Then I’ll die.”

“We all bear the burden of knowledge in different ways, Freynan. Some of us endeavor to do good.”
“Good? Do you honestly think this balances your scales, Archmage? Do you think that helping to advance me—or the dozen women who might have come after me or the hundred women after them—really makes up for mass slaughter? And, in your case, mass sterilization?”

“It was how he got to sleep at night beside his wife, Sciona imagined. The corpses that had made his fortune weren’t girls like his daughters, weren’t ladies like his wife, weren’t old men and women like his esteemed parents. The people he fed on had to be of intrinsically lower quality. They had to be monsters.”

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"Even this, the most quintessentially Tiranish instrument of conquest, was ultimately stolen from the Kwen."

“Sciona had never known there were so many Kwen in Tiran—enough to make great copper-headed waves in the streets. Most of the time, these people were invisible servants, cleaning chimneys and sweeping streets, working in the mines out of sight, tending to gardens behind fine houses. They had risen from those mines and kitchens in their thousands—and it was terrifying.”

Doamneee

"I’m realizing how ridiculous it is to demand civility when the world is so disgustingly uncivil upon closer inspection. "

Sciona appreciated now that Alba and Aunt Winny had given her something no respectable Tiranish father ever could have: freedom. And because they were simple, working women, because they didn’t embody the greatness Sciona was chasing, she never gave them credit for it.

“I have to know the power you’ve known. I have to taste it!”
“This excites you, Not just the power itself… The act of taking human life.”
“We’re a species of predators, Freynan. What could be more exciting than the raw truth of that? This is conquest. It is power. It’s what made our forefathers the superior race. It’s how they raised a city from a wasteland of savages!”