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June 28 - July 12, 2023
“So good to see you again, Eugenides,” said the queen. “A pleasure to see you—always, Your Majesty,”
“Please,” he whispered. His voice was low but clear. “Don’t hurt me anymore.”
“And she has the most appealing of feminine virtues, especially in a queen. She’s easily led,”
Not loving this peice of human flesh.
“Your queen’s entire two-word answer: ‘War, then.’
Eddis don’t play
“You sound like the chorus in a play,” said Eugenides. “And the play is a tragedy, I suppose?” “A farce,” Eugenides suggested,
You said, ‘You could still do something.’ Your exact words.” “I meant talk your queen into surrendering, not destroy our navy in its own harbor!”
Sounds like you should've been more specific…
“I asked for a woman who chose to be my wife,” said Horreon. “I chose,” said Hespira.
If I am the pawn of the gods, it is because they know me so well, not because they make up my mind for me.”
“Power. What men like best for themselves and least in their women.”
His voice, broken and stumbling, had filled her dreams until she had wept in her sleep, crying tears for him that she’d never been able to cry for her father or for herself.
“Before you make a decision,” he said, “I want you to know that I love you.”
“I love you,” he said. “You could believe me.”
Dead is dead. But worse than dying was knowing that she would be the one to take those things from him. Because she hated him.
Eddis had gone on as free in her mountains as Attolia had ever been enslaved.
How cruel of the gods, she thought, to send her a boy she would love without realizing it.
“I can’t leave her there all alone, surrounded by stone walls.” He looked at Eddis, hoping she would understand. “She’s too precious to give up,” he said.
