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Completing her revolution, she took the direction she least wanted to go in, letting her fear guide her. If something terrible was lurking out there , better to face it head on than to let it stalk her.

To be wholly without fear was to lack imagination, and imagination – though a two-edged sword – was important for survival.

“Penaela there is delightful. She creates a tiny black sun that warps the flesh of everything it shines on, and makes everyone affected think she’s dead no matter what she does. Very strange, absolutely charming.”

“Alain,” said Scorio tiredly. “He’s attached himself to us. I keep forgetting he’s there. It’s his power.”
“We should tie a huge bell around his neck,” groused Naomi,
“That would make him a really useful scout.”
“Alain’s good for nothing,” said Naomi. “He’s a coward and a pervert.”
“Not fair,” protested Scorio. “He helped me a lot in the Fury Spires.”
“A helpful pervert, then.”
Scorio laughed. “Fine.”

😂💀😂
“You?” Scorio stared. “You know how to flirt?”
“Why yes, Scorio,” she whispered, voice husky and utterly unnerving. “There’s much more to me than meets the eye.”
“Now, Scorio,” rumbled Nox excitedly. “Expand your vocal sacs!”
Naomi laughed and her light touch became a shove. “If he shows me his vocal sac it’ll be the last thing he does.”

Night came, too soon as it always did, and Father became the thing that hunted them.

He forced them to dig so deep that they erased not only their presence but their present, deleting who they were so that they could be further moulded to suit his purpose.

Day-Father used words, examples, slaps, and diagrams to make his points, Night-Father simply applied pressure, forcing them to quiet their souls, erase themselves, become nothing so that they might remain unnoticed while he passed by. With his howling and his cruel nails, his sniffing in the dark, wild laughter, and whispered threats Night-Father sought to make them bury themselves in the void.

Every time I start to think I've got the hang of what's going on, a completely different storyline is introduced 😂
I have no idea where this is going but I'm intrigued!

Sometimes she thought that while Day-Father taught them many lessons, how to read, how to reason, even how to fight, that Night-Father had only one lesson to teach. He wanted Eldest to beat Tune. He wanted both of them to learn to hate.

Famine changes the way people look at the world. Things that would never have been considered foodstuffs become worth chewing on in the hope that they might be. Old leather might carry the savour of the cow. Perhaps what could be scraped from the bottom of barrels in the pantry still remembered the grain or pulses that were stored there.

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“You know who was magnificently indifferent? The White Queen.”
“You’re right,” said Scorio. “It made her so…”
“Regal? Pure? Untouchable? Arousing?”
“Arousing?” deadpanned Scorio.
“Oh, come on, don’t tell me you didn’t notice that, like, powerful mother-thing she had going on, older but caring, tender but maybe with a dirty edge beneath the whole devoted…”
“I mean, maybe I wasn’t looking for it.”

“You have a way with people,” said Scorio, moving out wide as Naomi crossed the caldera. “Always impresses me.”
“Fuck people,” said Naomi, turning around to walk backward the last few paces. “And damn this place. Damn Moira, damn Ravenna, damn them all.”
“At least you’re inclusive.”

Beware she who bleeds, bound in chains.
Beware the exile, the young winged beast, who dances unafraid before fire.
Beware the woman with many names, the maiden, the whore, the scarlet serpent.
Beware the temptress who whispers in the dark.
She is the beginning and the end.
She is peace and chaos.
She is terror knocking at the gates.

Ahahaha I totally forgot about the invisible/forgettable kid, how ironic 😂😂😂
He's invisible unless you are thinking of him or something like that. Poor thing

“Hello?” tried the kid again. “Hey! Right here!”
“We’re just Flame Vaults.”
“No,” she said firmly. “We’re not.”
“Damn it.” The kid sighed and fell behind. “I’ll try you both again later.”

“We just need to lie low, take care of ourselves, and wait to see how this plays out. But you know what I really want to do?”
“Does it involve dragging the Iron Tyrant down into that labyrinth and feeding him to the magma giant?”

She had always been of the opinion that you should enrage torturers. They were going to do their best to hurt you anyway. And they’d probably do the job less well when angry. Plus, you might as well have one last laugh.

I MUST NOT CRY AT WORK, I MUST NOT CRY AT WORK, I MUST NOT CRY AT WORK, I MUST NOT CRY AT WORK, I MUST NOT CRY AT WORK.

“Does that young lady know Mr. Darcy?”
Elizabeth coloured, and said: “A little.”
“And do not you think him a very handsome gentleman, ma’am?”
“Yes, very handsome.”

A scheme of which every part promises delight can never be successful; and general disappointment is only warded off by the defence of some little peculiar vexation.

Legit
She had considered bringing the heads from Debban’s hut and tossing them before her when challenged, but the brothers had been balding beneath their caps, and heads without hair were awkward to carry.

Wow this is so twisty! I thought I finally connected the dots on who's who and.... SURPRISE! The kid is dead so it can't be the old woman from the alternate chapters... 👀

Is not general incivility the very essence of love?

This always makes me tear up


“An unhappy alternative is before you, Elizabeth. From this day you must be a stranger to one of your parents. Your mother will never see you again if you do not marry Mr. Collins, and I will never see you again if you do.”

Ah, ancient banter was just as effective! Unfailing makes us sigh since 1813.

“There is, I believe, in every disposition a tendency to some particular evil—a natural defect, which not even the best education can overcome.”
“And your defect is to hate everybody.”
“And yours,” he replied with a smile, “is willfully to misunderstand them.”

You and me both, Darcy dear...

"My temper I dare not vouch for. It is, I believe, too little yielding—certainly too little for the convenience of the world. I cannot forget the follies and vices of others so soon as I ought, nor their offenses against myself. My feelings are not puffed about with every attempt to move them. My temper would perhaps be called resentful. My good opinion once lost, is lost forever.”

Pierce Brown you are such a cruel bastard


But I'm glad I can forgive you and not DNF in rage


Ps: Youssra... You too 😡

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Magic is both personal and collectively owned. It resides in the will of the one and in the dreams of the many.

‘I can’t be what they want, so I may as well be what I want.’

Lucia, the general’s daughter, who had been killed by one of their number on the first night, and then again, collectively, on the first morning after breakfast.

“You’re not just saying that. Tell me the truth, man. I feel sick.” “Before I married Eo, I threw up.”
“Bullshit.”
“Wasn’t that I was afraid of making the wrong decision. I was afraid she was. Afraid of not living up to her expectations…But my uncle told me that it’s women who see us better than we see ourselves. That’s why you love Victra. That’s why you fight with her. And that’s you why you deserve this.”