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How cool!
[The dragon] now has four legs and a pair of wings. But if you raise it in the ground, its wings will disappear. Because it wouldn’t need to fly so much. But its front legs would grow large, like a mole’s. If you raised it in the desert, it may grow humps for water. Even a tail that can dig deep for wells. If you raised it in the water, its legs and wings would fall off and it would grow a fin instead.”

😂😂😂
“I’m Sammo Pei. You’re human, I assume? And that is a horse?”
“A h-h-h-horse.”
“Hmm . . . what a long name . Is it related to a horse?”

“The king is a bird that drinks tears. The most elaborate, the most beautiful of the birds, but the first to die.”

“The reason the bird that drinks blood lives the longest is because it drinks that which the body wants to keep and never let flow outside of it. Tears, however, are discarded by the body. How harmful must they be that the body refuses them? It stands to reason that drinking such a thing leads to early death. However...”
“However?”
“They say the bird that drinks tears sings the most beautiful song in the world.”

Ah! Karu!

“The Corpsefall said something about a conspiracy toward a deicide. It said the plan for it was inside my memories. I didn’t know what that meant. But if I wasn’t the only Nhaga there, maybe what the Corpsefall read wasn’t my memory but my sister’s? Because the Corpsefall and the serpent were a collective. Maybe it is incapable of distinguishing between individual Nhaga.”

The flow twisted monstrously as the bottom part of the flow rose upward and clashed with the parts coming from above. At the point of clashing, the two flows began to build up into two piles that soon formed themselves into two arms. The lengths of the fingers were all different, but they had one thing in common. The tips of all the fingers were made of hundreds of eyeballs, like bunched grapes.

I'm so amazed at the surreal concept of the conscious Corpsefall that I forgot I should be disgusted

“Torn white sky pus-filled frog conscience!”
“Likewise,” answered Teenahan— for what else was there lee young-do to say—”

This book is spectacular!

What do women think of men, really? They pretend to think of us and care for us, but what they really want is to lay us in bed and squeeze out our fluids.