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January 4 - February 23, 2024
You who have stupidly delivered yourself to me like a side of pork.”
“Thanks for sharing. I’ll be sure to kill him first. After you, I mean.”
On the Uses, Methods, and Limitations of Torture.
What is it, Adare, he wondered silently, that you don’t want me to see?
Slow down, she told herself, and do it right.
“All right,” she said, still staring. “I’m glad we brought him.”
“Not great leadership,” Gwenna shouted, “calling for the slaughter of your own men.
“Then it will be good,” he replied finally, quietly, “that I am with a man long trained in the killing of Csestriim.”
They have played you, Kaden. They have played us all.
the Waist
Raalte
Aergad;
Il Tornja has made a mistake.”
“Buy us time, but not with your life.”
The Aphorist chuckled, as though it were all a fine joke. “A vital lie can shine more brightly than the truth.”
“I memorized the map of this area years ago.”
And if we win … what then?
chapterhouse
It had felt good to watch Uinian pinned there, burning in the awful beam of light. It had felt right.
And if the false priest deserved to burn, she asked herself grimly, what of a false prophet?
atrepy
bellowing in the faces of their ostensible friends and loudly cursing their enemies.
“Like a cracked glass no one notices until the day it shatters.”
“Your ’Kent-kissing general has betrayed us!”
“When you speak to the Emperor,” Nira said, standing over the Aragatan, “you will use her proper title.”
Time to be Emperor, Adare thought bleakly.
To berate you all for behavior that would shame a group of children?”
They can’t face it, she thought. None of them will face what is coming.
tenebral’s
“Well,” Gwenna replied, “now it’s back.”
“If I never have to do that again, it’ll be too soon,” Gwenna said.
“We’re going to get fantastically drunk,” Talal said.
“It’s from the storeroom. And the bow will be much better. Not slightly better.”
Beware sand from the south, rain from the west, news from the north, and strangers walking out of the east.”
“He is a god,” Kaden said, “and you have killed him.”
“Surely,” Kaden said quietly, “there are other ways of knowing the truth.”
“He is a god. Our god.”
Rassambur.
leaving us to sleep in the ashes.”
It is mine, just as it is yours, and regardless of the army arrayed against us, I will not go.”
