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My father had a way of stripping things of their beauty.
“Because they love her,” Ryz said. “Just as we do.” “But they don’t know her,” I said. “True,” he acknowledged. “But they believe they do, and sometimes that’s enough.”
The pain I chose, instead of the pain that had chosen me.
Horrible. Was that what life was? I had never put a word to it. Pain had a way of breaking time down. I thought about the next minute, the next hour. There wasn’t enough space in my mind to put all those pieces together, to find words to summarize the whole of it. But the “keep going” part, I knew the words for. “Find another reason to go on,” I said. “It doesn’t have to be a good one, or a noble one. It just has to be a reason.”
Covid
He wasn’t supposed to do things like that—wasn’t supposed to march toward his own fate instead of being dragged.
She said it with absolute conviction, like her belief in her own monstrousness was a religion, and maybe it was the closest thing to religion she had.
“Soft hearts make the universe worth living in.”
about his resistance to the current—were
Then why would the current cattle prod work?
jerked forward, throwing Akos against the control panel. He’d forgotten to buckle himself in.
It should have thrown him BACK if it jerked foreard
“Couple seasons. Same time I got cut.”
But you said it was during the latest sojourn
An Armored One.
It’s a pill bug
More than just a sweet person with a good disposition, as if anyone was just that.
There was no stitching cloth for the mind’s wounds, real though they were.
She rocked from side to side, a little. She’d always done that, like the hug wasn’t over until she had tested it for stability.
all his time training with her,
No concept of time. This whole time I’ve been reading thinking it was it a span of maybe one or two years. But apparently it’s been at least four. It’s kind of a big flaw in the editing.
He had a plan.
He has an ORACLE
the implicit acknowledgment that they didn’t know if their prayers would be answered.
This seems like a messed up concept of faith. First, to be invested in the creative thing rather than the creator. Second, but there’s more honesty in the tentativeness – – that’s not faith. Faith is knowing that your prayer will be answered, but the answer may not look like what you want. Honest faith is acknowledging the answer to your prayer may be “no,” not excepting that your divinity is going to ignore you and that’s OK.
“You chose the dim hope of a traitor’s restoration,” she said, low and quiet, “over the life of a chancellor’s sister.”
You’re upset because she prioritize one life over another when you did exactly the same thing, just with a different set of criteria. This bullshit about a chancellor’s sister is only because she was YOUR sister, and she chose his brother. If he had been the chancellors brother, but she had been your sister, you would’ve chosen the trailer.
Some people had mastery over their gifts, and some were simply servants to them—I
She fell on the hardest, surest truth, again and again, like a woman determined to crush her own bones, knowing they would heal stronger.
