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Back straight, wind in her hair, Sybil clutched her hammer, an unmitigated symbol of power, a portent—or promise—of violence.

“I love you… More than anything. And whatever becomes of this world, I’ll spend the time I’m afforded without an ounce of pride or disdain or godlessness… To know you is to forget all three. And I know that you think Traum has no need for its stone objects or false gods, but there is not a world that exists in which I have no need for you.”

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“Flowers grow in the strangest of places, Bartholomew. Even cracks.”

“Love is a knightly tenet, same as war, and while I’d spent my life building muscle and wielding my axe, no one told me to love is always in some way to mourn—you can never truly love anything unless you allow yourself to see it clearly. Even when the looking breaks your heart.”

Lovely and formidable, she was the beauty who lay in the shade of the tree, then rose to snap off a bough with her bare hands.

What a destabilizing contradiction. In pink.

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“To remember nothing is still to know how and when to kiss a woman.”

Ok 5 chapters in and I AM OBSESSED!