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"I'd have come for you. I'd have killed, stolen, or done any ignoble thing to see you free of that place. You are more special than you realize it. I don't even know your name and i would do anything for you."

"You say that, Benji, and you said it easily, because you know Rory and I will do your killing for you. We swore to it, but Six did not. She's never killed anything or anyone. And I fear - I fear she will die without ever having lived."

"The moth - the dixth Omen - it's a presafe of death, isn't it?

"She held life and death in her hands, braided them together, wove them into tapestries of her will. There had to be a way to have both, to thread the strands through the same needle. She thought of the docks, of that dream on the pew. The moment when life and death were one and the same, both real and both present, a forked road where either turn could be taken."

"You think any of you can escape from me, the god of life? I own you, Nyxara. I own you all. They won't last a week away from me. They'll fade, die their first death, and all that power will be mine until they find a vessel for their second life, to die their second death. And i'll find them when that happends, beloved. I will find them quickly."

"The worst part is that there are parts of us that are the same. We both want this. We both love you."

"She knew what he was going to do, recognized the warmth in his eyes, for the moment still familiar. Their kisses had been few and far between, and she couldn't keep herself from comparing his to Gabe's. Gabe kissed hungry.Bastian's were gentler, not tentative, but not forceful, either. If kidding,Gabe let her desire lead, kissing Bastian led her curiosity. one she wanted to consume, the other she wanted to explore."

"How do you do it? How do you hold so much, and still keep yourself? I'm slipping, more and more every day, but you're still you."

"When it comes to him, you fold every time. You want to talk about things we can't afford? We can't afford a weakness, and he's yours. Always has been."

"Hemlock Queen. Such a fierce name for someone ruled by fear. Who damned the world because she was afraid."

"Life and death are inextricable from each other. Through darkness, light is brightened. Through light, shadows deepen. One may not exist without the other. They must rise together, equals once again, and never be parted."

"So you don't want me dead. But you still want me gone. Away and alone. You can't stand the thought of me having anything."

"The attraction between them was obvious. The want was there. But this situation was already fucked through all seven days without adding actual fucking to the equation. She snorted, remembering having a similar thought weeks ago, when she felt caught between Gabe and Bastian, drawn to them both. The feeling hadn't abated. And she thought things were comolicared then."

"Bastian didn't answer. Instead, he placed the crown on his head. It crossed the bloodied line on his brow. 'Long live the Sainted King.'.

"Half a sun, arching up from the points of her crescent moon. She knew without looking that Bastian's palm would match, a moon sliced beneath his sun, their two scars fit into one symbol. Life and death, light and dark."

"A presence at her back, Gave. He didn't touch her, but his hand hovered over his dagger, and Bastian's arm still looped over her hips. The three of them standing close, drawn together again."

"Her road ended here, in the Citadel.Either dead from August's ritual, or kept in a gilded cage, a tool to aid in controlling a mad and dying King.Lore knew it.Gabe knew it. astien did, too.Of the three of them, he was the most likely to try to change the unchangeable, the one most predisposed to thinking he could shift the world to suit him.But even Bastien had to realise it was pointless this time.Lore was caught."

"When she looked back, a day had fully broken in the window behind Bastian, casting his features in shadow, limming their edges gold. It illuminated him like rays around a sun, like a halo."

"So, it's been you from the beginning. You watching me since I came up from the catacombs, you're organizing the raid so i would show myself. You bringing me here and planting clues that would lead me to raising the army, all to make the pieces of your vision fall into place. Stringing August along, too, until he decided he wanted a war."

"I was told so by the god himself. Told that you were the Arceneaux to whom he'd bestow his power. Told that Gabriel Remaut and a child from the catacombs must stay close by you after your Consecration, and it would pave the way for Apollius's return."

"Because it didn't feel.. right, being with you. It felt dangerous. Something I should get away from while I had the strength to do it. It felt like a mistake, but one i'd made before. One i knew would end badly."

"She knew it like she knew the shape of the catacombs, like she knew her name and the crescent edges of the scar of her palm. no part of that world beneath the earth would remain closed to her."

"Gabe's forehead tipped against hers. Neither one of them said anything, just sitting like that for a moment,sharing the same breath and the knowledge that whatever had been about to happen wasn't going to happen anymore. Then he was gone, disappearing into the dark. Her door opened, his body blocking the silver of light, then closed again. Lore leaned back against the window and let the cold seep down to her bones."

"Gabe believed in the afterlife. Believed in the myriad hells, the Shinning Realm. When they'd spoken of it in the garden, it'd been all in abstracts, an intellectual exercise. But he believed she'd sent Milo to his eternal reward, only to rip him back out again. And that made her the kind of monster he'd sworn not to be."

"All I know, is that whatever they're moving, they're taking it to the catacombs. Deep in the catacombs. All the way under the Citadel."

"Gabe's arm settled over her waist, pullerd her close. The bandage over the missing tip of his finger was stark against the dark blanket. His breath stirred her hair. And Lore closed her eyes and fell into deep, thankfully dreamless sleep."

"You can't flee from what you are, daughter of the dark. Death is the one thing that will always find you, and you are its heir. The seed of the apocalypse, end-times walking. You are the wildfire necessary for the forest to grow, the destruction that brings rebirth."

"No, technically, you're asking me to trust Mortem. The power of death that has corrupted our city and had implications for the entire continent. The power that made people afraid of being buried underground, flowing from the corpse of a manipulative goddess. Forgive me, Love, but the Mortem told me isn't the most convincing argument."

"Because the Citadel is mine. Even if I don't want it, me running away won't solve anything. I don't want to be the Sun prince, but I am, and that comes with a measure of responsibility. If I want to see anything change, i will have to do it myself. "

"A sun. Well, half a sun - carved into the top part of his palm, the edges still fresh and red, only beginning to scab. A half circle arced from just below his smallest finger to his thumb, the short lines of rays cut up to his first knuckle. If they'd pressed their palms together, the upside -down crescent of her moon would fit perfectly as the completed curve of his sun."