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"Nice. Have a good chuckle. Asshole."

Gotta love a woman who speaks her mind! Lol

Twisty turns and topsy turvy.

Yes, definitely shadow people. Shades, wind of butterfly wings, distant shores.

I've never wanted to look at spoilers and reviews as badly as I do right now! I feel like they're all shadow people, not quite real. I know there's a wicked twist coming. I think it'll be a real mind bender. All.My.Willpower.

AAAWW! WTF!?!? I suppose cooler heads must prevail but I wanted his throat ripped out! No Fealty Sworn! WTF WTF WTF!?

Whaaaat? I knew out was something....but this is not quite what I expected.

I ask the Proctors where Mustang has been taken. They say to ask Apollo or Jupiter. It isn't their concern. And it shouldn't be mine. Apparently my head is going to roll. I ask them what they will swing. "I have all the axes."

" They took Mustang," I tell my pack.
They look on silently. The Jackal no longer matters.
"So, now we take Olympus."
The smiles they give one another are as chilling as the snow.
Sevro cackles.

NO NO NO NOOO!

" PAX AU TELEMANUS! PAX AU TELEMANUS!

Milia to Darrow...."They like being valued by someone fearsome, [......] As do I."

"Speed is our strategy," I say. "Speed and extreme prejudice."

C'mon Darrow, m'boy!

Was that just a......? Yes I think it was! A tip of the hat to Card's Ender Wiggin! That's pretty cool, I like Ender!

"So this kid is a what? A predestined Alexander? A Caesar? A Ghenghis? A Wiggin?"

Eo didn't deserve to die a slave to the Society. And despite her Color, Mustang didn't deserve any sort of bridle.

"Blood begets blood begets blood begets blood......" Roque whispers words into the wind, which carry themselves west toward the long plain and toward the flames that dance in the low horizon.

"Vixus, Vixus, Vixus.
There are no boys like me."

Darrow listening to Augustus' welcome speech.... "Martyrs, you see, are like bees. Their only power comes in death. How many of you would sacrifice yourself not to kill, but merely hurt your enemy? Not one of you, I wager."


I taste blood in my mouth. I have the knifeRing Dancer gave me. But I breathe the fury down. I am no martyr. I am not vengeance. I am Eo's dream.

It's like the suddenly don't understand what it is they have created. I touch the haemanthus blossom in my pocket and feel the wedding band around my neck. They didn't create me. She did.

Darrow of Mickey.....[......] and though I think Mickey a wretched sort of creature, I feel as though he understands the music. It's beauty. It's importance. And afterwards, he says nothing. I like him then, too. At peace. It must be so at odds with the chaos of his childhood. What musics must they have played for him as he ate their candies and they warped his mind?

Eo to her husband....... "Death isn't empty like you say it is. Emptiness is life without freedom, Darrow. Emptiness is living enchained by fear, fear of loss, of death.

The sky above me is a frightening thing. If I stare to intently, I forget gravity's pull and feel as though I am going to fall into it.

I'm her eyes,I see my heart. In her breath,I hear my soul. She is my land. She is my kin. My love.

You let me strip your torn and bloody clothes off you. I did it with something close to reverence. My hands shook like crazy, but you seemed not to notice.
I wouldn't have been much ashamed if you had.

Beautiful

Can't tell for sure yet but I may have stayed in Pornyville too long. This one's a little flat so far, not nearly as fun. :(

Porny good times, why have you abandoned me? Lol looks like I'll be back to dystopian ya pretty soon.

Oh shit, she's such an ass! She did NOT just offer to PAY him! Gah!! Poor guy.

P-p-p-please put on that Spider Man suit cause I still need a distraction from his big, dirty mechanic's hands ;)

I'm really hoping they find their sweet spot, cause their vicious banter is on the sharp side.....I want some dirty sweet instead of all these razor edged barbs now please! Get on with the slap and tickle already.

Hot daaaaammn!!

" I don't imagine nature spares us a thought except to weep when she sees us coming."