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Everything changes, nothing perishes.
necromancy,”
“Because this guy seems to be held together by righteous indignation.
Alex knew it, but the sadness in her made it hard to think. She felt like she was at the bottom of a well. She was supposed to fight. She was supposed to protect herself. But when she thought about moving, about taking any kind of action, it was like she was scrabbling at the well’s stone walls, wet with moss. It was impossible to find a grip. She was just too tired to try.
He had forgotten how big things could feel, how crowded with life, how beautiful it could be to know the season, the month, the hour, to simply say, It is winter.
Practical, merciless, a survivor who would keep walking, keep fighting no matter what God, the devil, or Yale threw at her.
I will serve you ’til the end of days.”
A predilection for first editions and women who like to lecture me about myself.
Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.
He was allowed to love them and be loved by them in return.
His monstrous queen. His gentle ruler.
You can’t walk through hell unchanged.”
