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Humans were not good at taming their feelings. They felt everything so rudely, right out in the open, with no awareness of how their reactions might affect those with finer senses.
“They’re going to… destroy her, you know? It has already… been seen. This court will… fall… with her inside it.”
“She doesn’t need a garrote,” Taladaius objected. “It isn’t a garrote. It’s a belt,” Fisher replied amicably. In my head, he said, It’s a garrote. I tried not to laugh.
“Come now, Osha. Where else would an acolyte kneel to worship but at the altar of his god?”
“Fuck you, Lorreth.” He made a face. “You kiss my commander with that mouth?”
“What do you call a fully dressed Sanasrothian?” Lorreth asked, his tone droll as he made a beeline for the bar. “I don’t know,” I replied. “Me, either. I’ve never fucking seen one.”
“Fisher?” Four. “Fisher, why are we sprinting straight for that window?”
Carrion threw the cloth he was holding onto the table beside him. “The injustice! You dream of your girlfriend, you’re healed by her, get laid, and wake up brand-spanking-new. Meanwhile, I dream that I’d been turned into a goat, and I wake up with a mouth drier than the glass flats, covered in suspect pox marks!”
For you, gods blessed. Thank you for loving my boy. —E
“How can I consign myself to another endless dark when I’ve been given back the light?”
