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MORS VINCIT OMNIA.
Death conquers all.
Mors irrumat omnia. Death fucks us all.
Darlington liked to say that dealing with ghosts was like riding the subway: Do not make eye contact. Do not smile. Do not engage. Otherwise, you never know what might follow you home.
“It is only through mystery and madness that the soul is revealed,”
If Alex could have told Darlington anything, it would have been, Come back.
“We all have spaces we keep blank.”
That was what magic did. It revealed the heart of who you’d been before life took away your belief in the possible.
If they could find him. If they could somehow bring him home from whatever dark place he’d gone.
“I c-c-class p-p-profanity with declarations of love. Best used sparingly and only when wholeheartedly m-m-meant.”
Darlington was not in Spain. He was not home. He was never coming home. And it was all Alex’s fault.
“I will serve you ’til the end of days.”
She was his queen.
If only she would choose him. If only she would let him …
“Alex has indicated her own concerns regarding her assault, and instead of hearing her out, you’ve chosen to question her credibility. You may not have meant to imply anything, but the intent and the effect were to silence her, so it’s hard not to think this stinks of victim blaming. It’s the semantic equivalent of saying her skirt was too short.”
I let you die. To save myself, I let you die. That is the danger in keeping company with survivors.
“I’m pretty sure when my mother was talking about the devil, she had you in mind.”
