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i want ‘if not fear, then empathy / if not empathy then fear’ tattooed on my literal body.

despite himself, gabriel smiled. what isobel could do, what the magician was, all that was beyond him. but this—charming people into conversation—he could manage.

i am so fond of these two/three misfits.

farron leaned back, watching him with those uncanny eyes. “i’m not your enemy,” he said. “i don’t have to be a friend; in fact, you’re wise to keep in mind that i’m nobody’s friend. but i’m not your enemy. not here, now, in this time and place.”

i love farron easter, crazy and overpowered and cocky and insanity/wisdom running hand in hand. no one is surprised.

oh HEY the book just acknowledged its own insularity wrt the women and that’s awesome.

“the knife in her hand was small, with a wicked curve that slid through flesh easily, and her movements remind izzy of ree’s, that same casual comfort dismembering things.

she was a rider, izzy thought.”

yes good give me more excellent women (and give them more actual space and time, plz).

“whatever coiled in him, violence or sorrow, he didn’t care to share it, and she’d respect that.”

izzy is so much older than gabriel thinks she is but also exactly as young as he expects and that’s kind of delightful. way to have facets, little dagger in training.

her face in the mirror didn’t seem quite hers anymore. she made a face, mouth drawn down, eyes wide, like a frog, to see if that helped. it didn’t.

i love izzy unconditionally tbh.

“we each have two hands, each of equal strength and dexterity. each with things it does well, better than the other. all this time, you’ve seen the day to day business, the gathering-in and the granting, the bargaining and the dealing, the work of my right hand. did you never think beyond that, isobel? did you never wonder what the other hand held?”

FINALLY.

IF ONLY MATTHIAS DID NOT HAVE CHAPTERS I WOULD BE DONE WITH THIS BOOK TEN TIMES OVER.

“close your eyes!” “you can’t kiss me from down there, wylan.”

jesper has pretty much my entire heart, as expected.

"the mechanism that allowed lisa samples to keep her head above water in the wake of her mother's departure has not been described or catalogued by scientists."

"you have to be closer than you really want to get to see how it works."

"her visible distress made him uncomfortable; he wanted to do or say whatever he could to calm her down, but without having to learn much more about the source of her discomfort."

"i am the goddess of grief," she says matter of factly, and i don't hear the grandiosity, the capitalization of words that i heard when the man said something similar. "he is the little god of guilt and bargains."

"I want get to give up whatever fantasies are driving her and come stay where I can see her. I want to scream at her that for god's sake she is all that I have left, she's the only person still living that I have a claim on, and her poor decision making makes me depressed and furious in equal measure." :']

oh, Martha.

"you're thinking of stage magic, illusions, like sleight of hand." he leaned back, pulling something out of his hip pocket. "if the action appears impossible, and it isn't pure misdirection, it would qualify as a miracle, a verifiable, tangible alteration of consensual reality. most magic is more a matter of personal revelation." it's growing on me.