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How to say that she wanted to go as Nona—with all her thoughts and feelings being Nona feelings, which might only be six months old and therefore not very good, but we’re still her own?

He said, I put my hands around your neck.
He said, I cupped your soul in my hands.
He said, I took you into myself and we became one.

“I died, and you carried me. I gambled, and you covered my bet. You kept the faith, and were the instrument of both my vengeance and my grace. And now I have fought through time, and the River, and Ianthe the First. Will you not look at me now, Cam, and know me?”

Camilla raised her chin. She looked at the dead face. She said quietly— “Yes, Warden, I will always know you.”

Their foreheads touched.

“Tell me what you need.”
“A pair of scissors,” said Camilla. “Iris dye.” She looked at Nona’s button-up shirt, which was unbuttoned to show the T-shirt underneath. “And the blackest clothes you can find.”

HELL FUCKING YEAH PUNK-ROCK MUSIC STARTS PLAYINGGGGGGGG !!!!!!

Quién ha sufrido más John Gaius tratando de salvar el planeta o Nona tratando de existir sin que le disparen

They left you, they left you. They saw you suffering on dollar-shop life-support, and they didn’t look back. They didn’t give a fuck about trying to save you. They left.

She said, “I don’t remember.”
He said, “I can’t forget.”

It made a soft “klik” as Pyrrha turned back her head to look at them: she had been staring at the portrait of the lady who looked as though she were to hit the photographer.

Sounds like the start of a joke, right? Two scientists, an engineer, a detective, a lawyer and an artist walk into a bar to help me become God.

mi gente: la forma en que me costó mucho ambientarme en las primeras 20 páginas !!!! it do be like that in this series !!!!

Fuck one flesh, one end, Harrow. I already gave my flesh to you, and I already gave you my end. I gave you my sword. I gave you myself. I did it while knowing I’d do it all again, without hesitation, because all I ever wanted you to do was eat me.

It meant so much that you would die with so many questions unanswered, would go to your unkind grave understanding absolutely jack shit.

“Can you change that into something more useful?”

You said arctically, “I am a Lyctor, Palamedes Sextus.”

“And I’m so sorry about it,” he said.

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TE EXTRAÑABA TANTO PALAMEDES PLS COME HOME

A normal assassination attempt at dinner in the Mithraeum… a threesome with God, Ianthe’s gay loneliness and some mysterious haunting ?!!!!?!!!!?!??!?

ctmmmmmm llegué al momento icónico y ahora entiendo el meme “they don’t know my bone marrow is in the soup” !!!!!!!!

wow

“It was *not* that you were a prude.”

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