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And now she had uttered his mother's name, and those old, forbidden syllables layered her tale, which had nothing at all to do with him, of course, but somehow his mother's memory was a rough lever, and with it the Witch slowly broke him open, inch by bone. He had hardly heard the last sliver of the long tale, so sunk in sorrow, its waters swirled around his chin.
— Apr 07, 2026 07:32PM
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dimiloaf
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Reading this book is a full time job. It is as magical as it is dense. It’s a tropical swamp of prose and imagery. As much as I want to get through it, my work-wrecked, allergy-ransacked body isn’t functioning well enough to read it most of the time. A few pages at a time I guess…
— Apr 12, 2026 09:06PM
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the writing is so vivid
I looked up through a sheet of tears and blood and clay-slick dirt to see my new husband racing after us, screaming like a wounded wolf, and your father with his raven plume riding behind him. The black-feathered rider rammed a colossal blade through his poor chest with as little thought or effort as squeezing a fly from the air with two fingers.
— Apr 05, 2026 08:40PM
I looked up through a sheet of tears and blood and clay-slick dirt to see my new husband racing after us, screaming like a wounded wolf, and your father with his raven plume riding behind him. The black-feathered rider rammed a colossal blade through his poor chest with as little thought or effort as squeezing a fly from the air with two fingers.
