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Beauty is hard, sharp, vicious. It carves away anything and everything that it believes threatens to make it grotesque. It does not care if what it eradicates is in fact helping it thrive or grow or remain nourished or protected. All beauty cares about is being beautiful, even as its innards grow rotten.
a child shouldn’t be judged for who their parents are or what they did before their birth.”
“Life is not given unless for a reason. To fight nature is futile. It is ever changing, adapting, surviving, conquering.”
Zolya might not have grasped what was needed to be a king like his father, but he now knew he didn’t want to be his father.
A painful chill wrapped around Gabreel as he understood his son had lost all faith in him. But the worst of it was, he could not blame Thol. Gabreel had lost faith in himself. In the entire world and every cursed god who tricked mortals into worshipping them for the hope of their favor.
“But nothing truly ever stays the same,” Tanwen argued. “Life is change.”
“There is a difference in breaking free from our father and plotting his death,” reasoned Zolya. “The only freedom we’ll ever have from him is when he’s dead.”
