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I don’t have to read the books to feel the spell they contain. It’s almost like a song—a unique, rhythmic pulse in the air that vibrates against my soul.
I like the idea there is magic in books. Although in the story there is literally magic.
Broken magic hums unpleasantly against my skin, like the stink of a rotting corpse.
Mixed imagery. Hums v. Stinks?
The life expectancy of the Vespre librarians is shockingly low.
Short?
“Ah, but that is the real tragedy of existence, is it not? We all of us think we have some sort of hold on our own hearts. We all of us think we have some sort of control over how and when and whom we love. But ultimately, we’re prey to forces beyond our control. Each and every one of us.”
And learning so can be painful...a real tragedy. But the tragedy could be what would love be without mystery...or even pain?
A Noswraith is born from the deepest pain—betrayal. And the heartbreak that follows betrayal.”
“The world betrayed me,” she whispered. “The world that drove me to betray myself. Everything I was and everything I ever hoped to be. Drove me to the point of death. But I cheated them! I cheated them all.
Each breath is an acceptance. Of who I am. Of what I’ve become. Of the gods and their games and their triumph over my petty will. At least in this I might know some relief. To cease striving and give in. Even if . . . Damn it, even if there is little hope of what I feel ever being returned. But even this agony is sweeter than the agony of sheer denial. So I’ll accept it, learn to live with it.
“Go where you will,” he says. “Do as you wish. All that I ask of you, now or ever, is that you be whole. Courageously whole.”
But as I stare at my own reflection in the depths of the Prince’s eyes, I feel as though I see myself for what I could be. Someone who isn’t afraid of her inner darkness. Someone who knows, not only what she is, but also everything she could become.
Seeing that face now is merely a confirmation: This is my Noswraith. I gaze into that twisted horror. Horror that was birthed from the depths of my own mind, my own heart.
