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February 11 - February 17, 2017
She knew now that nothing she could do would ever be enough. Unless she could grow a penis, which did not seem likely. Nor particularly desirable.
What, then, was left to her? She had no allies. She had no throne. She had no Mehmed, no Radu. She had only these sharp men and sharp knives and sharp dreams, and no way to make use of any of them.
Hunyadi, she cared about. Constantinople was only a city. Wallachia, though. Wallachia was everything.
The whole city was steeped in heritage, and falling down around them. They
We are more concerned with the purity of our souls than the survival of our bodies.
Constantine’s main duties seemed to be an endless campaign of letter writing, his weapon the pen, his ammunition empty promises and desperate pleading.
“You are a strange girl,” Matthias said fondly. “I am a dragon,” she answered. Then she turned and left
Nicolae put an arm around Lada, drawing her close. “Make a deal with the devil until you are both over the bridge.” “Am I the devil, or are they?” Nicolae laughed again, but he did not answer.
“Such is the nature of a siege. Death from without, rot from within.”
It was wicked of me to come here with so much hatred in my heart. Hatred makes monsters of us all.”
Halil snorted. “If you have courage, I am a donkey.” “That has always been my personal opinion of you, but I never expected you to agree with me.”
We are balanced on the edge of a knife. I do not know whom the knife will cut. The choice is yours.”
But which god? Radu thought. With so many men on both sides sending up so many prayers, how could any god sift through the noise?
That night, the air was sweet with the promise of summer around the corner.
she was left with one thing only: herself. She was enough.
They had finally come to the end. Whichever side won, neither would triumph.
He loved Kumal for trying to comfort and guide him, but he was no longer a lost little boy in a strange new city. Now he was a lost man in a broken old city, and no amount of prayers and kindness could undo what had been done.
Hold hands with the devil until you are both over the bridge. Or kill the devil and burn the bridge so no one can get to you.
