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Funny how your own impending demise will rob a girl of her desire to take in the scenery.
Rumors are next-door neighbors to gossip, and gossip always breaks bread with lies.
To avoid far more serious pain, sometimes we have to endure a little sting. Sometimes, some of us have to inflict it.
He pointed at his foot. “Where the fuck is my other boot?”
But you couldn’t hate something without caring about it just a little, too.
“She has a mind and a mouth of her own. I am the keeper of neither.”
There were memories that could be put into words, even if it felt like dying to give them light and air. And then there were those that couldn’t.
“Of course we’re coming,” I said. “Everlayne’s our friend.” “I’ve actually never met Everlayne,” Carrion chipped in. “But I’m still coming. Solidarity and all that.”
“Sure. Why not. I’m too pretty to die old, anyway.”
I’ve never been one to trust in the gods, but I choose to believe that all things come from the same place when life begins. I have hope that they return to the same place when it ends.
After a hundred and ten years in that labyrinth, what made you finally leave?” “You bored him to fucking tears and he couldn’t take it anymore,” Carrion sniped.
