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“She’s dead as fuck.”
lmao why is this so funny
“The Church is not that keen on God, in my experience,” said Baron Rikard. “They think of him much as a lawyer thinks of the law. Something to be got around.” “You’re a vampire,” snapped Brother Diaz. “Of course you hate the Church.” “On the contrary, I am a great admirer of the tenets of your religion. I merely find it a shame that the Saved are, as a rule, so little like their Saviour.”
Thought this was such a keen observation. I mean… as a Catholic, it’s extremely true, even of myself
“The more he has to absolve, the happier the Lord shall be.” “My question,” murmured Vigga, “is can I get a taste?” “Of the absolution or the sin?” She showed him her fangs. “How d’you get one without the other?”
“Virtue is found in the resistance of temptation,” said the bishop, “rather than its absence. And are not the lowly and abused in as much need of God’s grace as the privileged?”
“I’ve spent a lifetime at war,” more than one, in fact, “and I can tell you only this. Nine times out of ten there’s more to be won from peace.”
facts
My greed is a famine. My envy a plague. My lust a flood. My fury a hurricane.”
this… such a strong description, I love
“I prefer to believe in a forgiving God than a vengeful one, that’s all.”
If you’re a monster…” And he looked up at her. “At least you’re an honest one.”
“It’s fucking immense,” said Vigga.
“I feel like a fucking birthday present,” she muttered. “And who doesn’t like getting those?” said Baron Rikard.
truth
“Since His Grace returned to Troy,” said Lady Severa, “it has become clear that we have always been … much more than that.” “God damn it,” whispered Balthazar. “Told you,” whispered Baptiste.
This one was funnnnny… poor Balthazar 🤣
“You came back for me?” whispered Alex. “Of course I did.” “I don’t deserve you.” “Of course you don’t,”
lmaooo @ Sunny for saying this also
He narrowed his eyes at the guards. “Would you mind giving me some corpses to work with?” Vigga held one fist with the other, cracked her knuckles, and showed her pointed teeth. “Oh, that’d be my fucking pleasure.”
“The uncle?” Jakob gave a weary snort. “That’s your twist? It’s always the fucking uncle.”
“Perhaps evil men can do good, still.” “If they do enough, don’t they become good men?” “Maybe,” said Jakob. “Maybe one day.” Because she wanted to believe it. He wasn’t sure he could.
“It’s not what you’ve done that makes you good or bad. It’s what you do next.”
She could’ve asked for one last kiss. She got a feeling that’s what Alex wanted. But a kiss is the start of something. A doorway to something else. The fun is all the promise of what’s on the other side. A kiss, when you know it’s leading nowhere … what’s it worth? It’s just a reminder of what you don’t have. The first sentence of a story that’ll never be told.
