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scythes were no more supernatural than tax collectors in the grand scheme of things. They showed up, did their unpleasant business, and were gone.
scythes were the opposite. Luminous and enlightened, they were acknowledged as the very best of humanity – which is why they were chosen for the job.
No surprise that people bent over backwards to please scythes in every possible way. Hope in the shadow of fear is the world’s most powerful motivator.
“You see through the facades of the world, Citra Terranova. You’d make a good scythe.” Citra recoiled. “I’d never want to be one.” “That,” he said, “is the first requirement.” Then he left to kill their neighbor.
Now we have a monopoly on death. We are its sole distributor.
I understand why there are scythes, and how important and how necessary the work is … but I often wonder why I had to be chosen. And if there is some eternal world after this one, what fate awaits a taker of lives?
Tyger Salazar had hurled himself out a thirty-nine-story window, leaving a terrible mess on the marble plaza below. His own parents were so annoyed by it, they didn’t come to see him. But
Why would anyone in their right mind want to be a teenager more than once?
But like so many things, once we had possession of infinite knowledge, it suddenly seemed less important. Less urgent.
Citra wondered whether they were tears of sorrow, joy, or relief. Perhaps a combination of all three.
“It will not be a problem,” Faraday said, but he didn’t sound very convincing.
As someone whos read these books before... It is in fact a problem
What’s the worst they could do?”
GUYS STOP JINXING IT
“That’s Scythe Curie.”
Citra chilled when her piercing gray eyes zeroed in on her.
Make no mistake – we scythes are above the law because we deserve to be.
FUCK YOUUUUUUUUUU
If not me, who? Will the scythe who replaces me be as compassionate and fair? I can accept a world without me in it … but I can’t bear the thought of other scythes gleaning in my absence.
His bed had not yet been slept in tonight.
Omg i just remebered what happens what if i cry again
“Scythe Faraday has gleaned himself.”
AHHHHHHHHHHHY NOOOOOOO
Rowan could feel himself growing numb – and while it might have been a good thing for his beleaguered sanity, it was not a good thing for his soul.
It was Volta who answered him. “Scythe Goddard is a visionary. That puts him on a level above every other scythe in MidMerica. Maybe even the world.”
This is litch a fucking cult someone get my boy OUTTT
“Welcome to life as a god,”
BUT YOUR NOT GODS THATS SUCH A DANGEROUS MENTALITY
“What’s the matter, Rowan?” she whispered. “Don’t know what to do when you’re on top of a girl?”
“He’s not who you think he is anymore,” Scythe Curie said slowly, so that it would sink in. “No,” Citra agreed, “he’s not.” But for the life of her she had no idea who he was now.
“My greatest mistake,” said Xenocrates, “was choosing you as an apprentice all those years ago.”
YEAH IT FREAKING WAS A MISTAKE
Someday I hope I can repay him, and give him what he deserves in return for all he’s done for me.
“Is it true you died seven deaths for her?” Citra asked. He nodded. “And her for me. She told you that, did she? Well, it was a very long time ago.”
Goddard still didn’t seem to have satisfied his bloodlust.
Murderers have bloodlust a scythe should NOT
I know the scythe you’ll be, and it’s exactly what we need.”
I must do this, I will be merciful like Scythe Faraday, he told himself. I will not enjoy it. I will NOT enjoy it!
“Promise me you’ll be a better scythe than I was.” “I promise, Shawn.”
but he was nothing like you, Rowan, believe me. He never had the hunger. But you do. I’ve seen it in your eyes. I’ve seen how you are when you train. Living in the moment. Every kill perfect.”
NO ROWAN NOOOOO
It’s our job to end other people’s lives, not our own – and I intend to be doing it well into my thousands.
At midnight, immunity for Citra Terranova and Rowan Damisch expired.
He would refuse to glean Citra, and defend her life by taking out any scythes who tried to do it for him, with bullet, blade, and his own bare hands.
appetite, and as he ate, he stole a few glances at Citra. Even now, she looked radiant to him. How ridiculous that he’d still be romanticizing her in these final hours.
“I can’t say that is an appropriate choice. The czars of Russia were known more for their excess than their contribution to civilization – and Anastasia Romanov did nothing of note in her short life.” “Exactly why I chose her, Your Excellency,” Citra said, holding eye contact with him. “She was the product of a corrupt system, and because of that, was denied her very life – as I almost was.” Xenocrates bristled the slightest bit. Citra went on. “Had she lived, who knows what she might have done. Perhaps she could have changed the world and redeemed her family name. I choose to be Scythe
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“You’re a genius, Citra. You know that, don’t you?” “It’s Honorable Scythe Anastasia to you,” she said. “And I don’t know what you’re talking about. It was an accident.” But there was a twinkle in her eye that said otherwise.
SCREAMING
“I love you,” he said. “Same here,” she responded. “Now get lost.”
SOBBINGGGGGG
Scythe Anastasia looked to her hand, and did something that was very strange for a scythe to do. She kissed her own ring, getting just the slightest bit of Rowan’s blood on her lips. Enough for her to remember the moment forever.
According to the rumor, there is someone out there who is seeking out corrupt, despicable scythes … and ending their existence by fire. One thing is certain: He’s not an ordained scythe. And yet people have started to call him Scythe Lucifer. I’m terrified that it might be true – but more terrified that I might want it to be true. It was never my desire to be a scythe. I suppose that might make me a good one. I don’t yet know, because it’s all so new and I still have so much to learn. For now I must give all my attention to gleaning with compassion and conscience, with hopes that it will help
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