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emily
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‘‘I believe it’s for you. As for what it means, how should I know? I’m a fool, not an interpreter of dreams,’—strange,—random occurrence. ‘Why do they risk their lives simply to destroy? They’ve made no effort to take—It’s a pattern,—weeks from now, you’ll perhaps understand why,’—In the matter of the Fool, that which we do not know is almost more significant than that which we do—his prescience,—however obscurely,—’
— Oct 09, 2026 07:50PM
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emily
is on page 236 of 392
‘—Lady Patience established her eccentricity at an early age—stubbornly independent,—yet lacking the common sense to take care of herself—reading and ciphering at an early age,—expressed no interest at all in—coquettish skills—‘Well,—At least you’re not totally ignorant. If you can read, you can learn anything—I suppose you will learn,—For I have a will that you will, even if you do not yet.’ She—left me bewildered.’
— Oct 12, 2026 10:06PM
emily
is on page 138 of 392
‘It starts out like a blessing, giving you the tongues of the animals—makes you a beast—‘Is that what you want—take the blood of kings—& drown it in the blood of the wild hunt? To be as a beast among beasts, simply for the sake of the knowledge it brings you?’ I sat—beside him. ‘I do not know,’ I said—I learned to do as Molly did, stealing bits of time for myself—Boyishly, I viewed—raids as a thing impersonal to me.’
— Oct 08, 2026 02:32AM
emily
is on page 72 of 392
‘—smell of the bay—stronger as if the day smells of men,—horses—cooking—temporary things that had to surrender each night to the ocean’s power—chaos & revelry—Ships must dock & unload as the rising & falling of the tides allow, & those who fish for a living must follow the schedules of the finned creatures, not those of men—Molly Nosebleed—a lively one, her voice shriller than the gulls—Barnacles cut into her—knees—’
— Oct 07, 2026 05:57PM
emily
is on page 33 of 392
‘—a puppet show,—The curtains parted, and there we stood before—a spectator,—the sound of boots within the keep,—rattled—stimulated—not to fear, but to anger. Shrewd is as Shrewd does, as the common folk say. ‘Don’t do what you can’t undo, until you’ve considered what you can’t do once you’ve done it.’—bastard of a man I’d never know,—And a catalyst I became—‘If there's a fire and a meal, I shan't be leaving again.’’
— Oct 05, 2026 05:18PM