Meann’s Reviews > The Pauper Prince and the Eucalyptus Jinn > Status Update

"(I) walked the campus with my hands in my pockets and my heart in a world long dissipated."

"Even as he dipped his pen in ink and drew spirals and curlicues, his thoughts drew phantom pictures of those he had lost. Over the years, he came to loathe this art that unlocked so many memories inside him."

The writing is beautiful. ;_;

“He was smitten with her. Probably had been for a long time without knowing it. Ruthlessly marked. His youth never had a chance against the siren call of history.”

"There’s a funny thing about teaching myth and history: you realize in the deep of your bones that you’d be lucky to become a mote of dust, a speck on the bookshelf of human existence. The more tales you preserve, the more claims to immortality you can make."