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No. Oh, no, no, no. I will not overlook his rudeness for the sake of one Fatesdamned dimple.
How curiously cruel you humans are, that you must first kill your gods before you worship them.”
Do not look, and they’ll have no power over you. Keep your eyes on me, Rose.”
“Sea silk,” Conrad says. “The rarest and most powerful thread in the world.”
OH YOU'RE JOKING
It’s only that—damn it, Rose, why is it so difficult to speak around you? You’ve ruined everything: my plans, my expectations, my very idea of the world.”
Never did I ask anything for myself, until you came along, with sunlight in your hair, and inspired in me a great and terrible selfishness.”
“Despise you? Fates, Rose Pryor. I could as easily despise the sun for rising or the stars for gleaming.”
“You’re going to get yourself in more trouble,” I point out. “I’ve taken care of it.” “Care of what?” “You, Rose.
It is a strange thing, to look on a god and see only a fool. But he is a fool who will kill thousands of people before he realizes how impossible his dream is. And I will be the first casualty.
