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“Lady Bassette, welcome home.”
Except lies are all I’ve known,
When enough of something is lost in a society’s collective memory, the energy holding it in existence falls away, like water through a sieve, simply causing it to become
No More. It’s pulled into a hole that swallows any realm, place, or thing that has been forgotten.”
I hear the parsnips are blooming this time of year. Why don’t you stomp on those if you feel like being nasty?”
“It’s in the past now.” Achak leaned into her chair. “Only there to learn from, not dwell.”
Appreciating something for existing—not for herself but for others.”
“And not to be forward, but I gather most would be forced into muteness when you three are around.”
He had given her his light and remained in the dark.
“And I will have no peace until I can apologize.”
“Let me ease your burden, my songbird.” Her father’s voice swam around her.
You make me feel more, want more, dream more.
“And I’ve done selfish, silly things.” “Who hasn’t?” “I most likely still will.” “As will I.”
“Smug is an unbecoming color on you, Your Grace.”
“I’ll leave the curiosity to you, my love, for you have more than enough to get the both of us into trouble.”
“Singer of the Mousai, filthy girl of Jabari, and woman of, I’m sure, many more masks, all of whom I love.
I feel endless with you. You make me dream bigger than what lives in this world, and I only want to continue exploring it by your side. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?”
“It’s bigger than you think, and my father—” “Has given his blessing.”
“Now will you give me an answer?” He held her gaze. “My knee is starting to bruise on this stone.”
