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by
Jay Kristoff
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September 10 - September 29, 2021
The Last Silversaint sighed. ‘I fucking hate potatoes.’
‘Chloe nodded and sighed. “What a world this would be, were it not held wholly and solely in the grip of stubborn old men.”
The world needs bad men, boy. We keep the monsters from the door.” ‘“But that’s the problem, hero. Bad men never realize when the monster is them.”
‘“Those spiders have human hands.” ‘“Shut the fuck up, Bouchette.” ‘“That tree … its face looks like … my mother’s.” ‘“Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Bouchette.” ‘“Is it me, or are the feathers on that bird … tiny tongues?” ‘“SHUT THE FUCK UP, BOUCHETTE!”
I asked myself if goodness could come of sin, and if so, what sin was at all. I asked myself if God loved us, how it was he could hate that we found love ourselves.

