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The music overwhelmed his senses, and for one bright moment of wonder, it seemed as if the sounds drifted down from the stars themselves, like the mythical Music of the Spheres that moved the planets in a solemn rhythm.
Séverin dug his nails into his palms. Leave me, he begged of his ghosts.
“I wouldn’t dismiss myths,” said Enrique quietly. “Most myths are just truths covered in cobwebs.
God could’ve promised Enrique salvation on the spot and there was still no way he’d want to be there, stuck in the middle of Laila and Séverin. Vaguely concerned that he’d just committed blasphemy with this thought, Enrique crossed himself.
to behold him as though the secrets of the world lay somewhere in his gaze,
Can’t you feel the pulse of the universe speeding up at this discovery?
It was intoxicating, he thought, to be so clearly seen by someone else.
When she thought of evil, she did not think of mechanical monsters swimming in lake waters, but people. The people who had captured those girls and killed them; the people who hid cruelty behind politics.
he couldn’t remember what happy was.
as if someone had knocked loose his soul and it dangled outside him, always searching for a place to put down roots and always starved for light.
Zofia nodded and had the irrational desire to wish that some words could be solid and picked up off the ground and held close, so that she could reach for them whenever she needed.
