Of Blood and Aether (Harbingers, #1)
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Read between June 18 - June 20, 2025
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“Knowledge is power, as is the artful omission of it. Allowing the masses to know most of the truth while withholding some key details is an unfortunate element of public safety.”
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“Call me idealistic, but I don’t like the willful deception.” “Is it really deception, though? It’s certainly not malicious,” I replied, interested in his perspective. “A lie by omission is still a lie,” he said with a shrug. “I don’t know, I’m certainly not one to talk here, but…”
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“I guess I just don’t like the assumption that the rest of the city—this city, of all places—can’t be trusted with a clearer picture. It’s not that I think everyone should know everything, but…”
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“Sometimes, I just have to wonder whether or not it’s always for the best. We keep so much hidden for the sake of safety, and I often wonder if the ends always justify the means by which we do so.”
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“Sometimes, I wonder if given the chance, the people of Sophrosyne—of Atlas, in general, really—if we could just do better.”
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Because you’re in love with her. You’re in love with her, and now you have something you’re not willing to lose.
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It was one thing for me to be in love with her. But if there was even a fraction of a chance that Arken felt similarly… I was done for. And yet the mere thought of it sent frissons of pleasure up and down my spine, awakening the most desperate desire of my life, as I realized there was one thing in this world that I wanted more than Arken’s body. I wanted her heart.
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For Arken, I would go to war with my own demons. I would fight the Fates, the gods, and the very Source itself—if that’s what it took for me to hold onto her.
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All too often, I found that my true thoughts died on my tongue in common conversation—unable to find a place amongst the idle chatter. Over the years, I had learned how to mask, to present an inauthentic version of myself more suitable for public display, with words that were prettier and less direct. It was such a habit to self-edit that sometimes I lost sense of who I was entirely, dissolving into the expectations of others. I had never needed to do that with Kieran. Not once.