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“You will not last long enough to benefit from knowing my name. But if you must know, my mother named me ‘Your Death.’” —Abolghasem Ferdowsi, Shahnameh
Badass
He either did or did not. He would not live by half measure.
Hot
“I’ll kill him,” he said softly. “I’ll gut him open and tear out his organs, and I’ll make certain he lives long enough to endure the torture. When I’m done with him, he’ll be begging for death. He will die, and he will die of his own agony.” Kamran reached out an unsteady hand to touch her, his fingers skimming the tender bruise on her cheek. “You may depend upon it.”
Ok.....hot
Cyrus couldn’t die. Not now. Not yet. Heavens, she thought. Not ever.
YUHHHHHHHH
“Don’t worry, angel,” he said quietly.
AHHHHHH
“Be certain of one thing,” Hazan said with quiet menace. “If she doesn’t survive this, you will know the full breadth of my rage. I’ll rip out every bone in your body before I take off your fucking head.” This last part he all but bellowed, the words echoing across the grounds.
MY MANS MY MANS MY MANSSSSS
“Whatever you’re thinking,” said Cyrus quietly, “you’re wrong. Now leave my home before I rip you apart with my bare hands.”
I WANT THAT COOKIE SO BAD
“You must not resist life when it becomes inconvenient to live.
Ok fire line
But life cannot be experienced one emotion at a time. It is a tapestry of sensation, a braided rope of feeling. We must allow for reflection even when we suffer. We must reach for compassion even when we triumph. If you spend your days waiting for your sorrows to end so that you might finally live”—he shook his head—“you will die an impatient man.”
Damnnnnn
“When you suffer,” Rostam went on, “you can choose to endure, or you can choose to overcome.”
Ok period
He came to life when she smiled, drew breath when her eyes brightened, died when she left a room. She’d smelled like roses. His roses.
my heart is genuinely breaking
