kristin’s Reviews > This Is How You Lose the Time War > Status Update

Ah shit, here we go again. 😎

"I have been made a weapon, and they have plunged me into your heart."

😭💔

"I’ll be all the poets, I’ll kill them all and take each one’s place in turn, and every time love’s written in all the strands it will be to you."

Have you ever loved someone so much that you murder and assume the identities of all poets throughout time? 💘

"I write to you in stings, Red, but this is me, the truth of me, as I do so: broken open by the act, in the palm of your hand, dying."

"Do you laugh, sea foam? Do you smile, ice, and observe your triumph with an angel’s remove? Sapphire-flamed phoenix, risen, do you command me once again to look upon your works and despair?"

"Red, when I think of this seed in your mouth I imagine having placed it there myself, my fingers on your lips. I don’t know what this means. This feels like being cut off, again, in the strangest way—feels like teetering on the brink of something that will unmake me."

"You say my letter found you in a moment of hunger. How to say what it means to me, that I might have taught you this—shared it, somehow, infected you with it. I hope it isn’t a burden at the same time that I want you seared by it. I want to sharpen your hungers fully as much as I long to satisfy them, one letter-seed at a time. I want to tell you something about myself. Something true, or nothing at all."

"Your letter—your last letter. Be certain that I won’t drop it where any of your fellows can read it. It’s mine. I am careful with what belongs to me. Few things do, you know—belong to me."

"Every evening I see a red sky bleed over blue water and think of us."

That's romantic as fuck. 💘

"In this letter I am yours. Not Garden’s, not your mission’s, but yours, alone. I am yours in other ways as well: yours as I watch the world for your signs, apophenic as a haruspex; yours as I debate methods, motives, chances of delivery; yours as I review your words by their sequence, their sound, smell, taste, taking care no one memory of them becomes too worn. Yours."