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A font of respect and love for the man grows in me.

Not even sure who im rooting for at this point

I am in agony, but these matters are not personal.

He’s also the most attractive man I’ve ever had wink at me in my whole life. Matteo was beautiful, but… Oh, that’s a man.

Yikes

I see Eo looking back over her shoulder as she races into the deepmines, frozen in time like the light of a star, which carries on so many years after it dies.

It’s me, boyo, it’s always been me.

I’m actually really liking this so far. I opted for audiobook and I don’t love the narrator but the story is good. I still don’t know who she’s going to pick.

“You don’t have me by the throat. You have me by the balls. You can wrench and twist and it will cause me terrible agony. But in the end, they are just balls, and I am a woman, so I will go on, enduring without my balls and I will pester you with death by a billion cuts.”

This jeans chapter is the exact shit I still go through 😂

The drama!

I am distraught

Don’t have to love oxygen to need it.

His name is Darrow, I think. Because the Reaper is not mine. He’s not the man I love. Darrow is. Endure, I once told him. Yet it is I who must endure. Reaper. Reaper. It never stops. They mean well, and the Reaper‘s name feeds them power. But they shout for the god while I carry a hollowness inside me the size of a man. It’s lonely. I miss my husband.

Am I your only friend?

Virginia had a way of making you feel privileged to have lost to her in a game of chess… I wonder if she still has time to visit her stables on Mars, or if like me, this war has swallowed her up. She was always happier after a ride in Palentine‘s Park. Come to think of it, so was I.

I like Davi and her internal dialogue. She’s funny and witty. I just also generally like how easy of a read this has been so far.

The violent fantasies do nothing to ease my desolation. The anger that once made planets tremble is now toothless. Shorn of my myth by my failure, shorn of my army by my mistakes, shorn of my friends and families by the demands I made on them, I know hate will not return what I have lost or repair what I have broken.