A Declaration of the Rights of Magicians (The Shadow Histories, #1)
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Camille laughed. “Me? I’m a celebrity in that room—they tolerate me, even love me, because of what I am. But what I am is the spark that lit a revolution. You don’t listen to a spark—you just catch fire. That’s why I’m best on paper. It burns so quickly.”
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“What else could have felt the magic in my blood? Of course it was a vampire. I didn’t care. Blood magic. It’s an Inheritance like any other.” “It isn’t.” It was what Pitt had been trying to tell him for years. He realized that when he contradicted his friend, he hadn’t been honest. “It requires human sacrifice.” “So does slavery!” Clarkson retorted. “A lot of it. I want those slaves freed. I always have. That’s all I want. If a vampire is an enemy to the slave trade, there’s no difference in my mind between that vampire and yourself.” “You can’t believe that. You’re one of the most principled ...more
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“I’m not sure war works quite that logically,” Wilberforce said. “I don’t recall Achilles or Priam having a chancellor of the exchequer to advise them on finances.” “I daresay someone was giving them some thought,” Pitt said dryly. “It’s just not good manners to mention them in an epic.”
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Forgive the Latin. I can read English, but I write it clumsily, and I’m not sure if you have enough French to appreciate my more delicate verbal flourishes. If this is to be my last surviving letter, I want it appreciated.
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It’s somewhere very hot, surrounded by water; I can hear distinct sounds of revolution in the background. (Believe me, I know what a revolution sounds like by now. It’s very angry, and there are slogans.)
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I rest my head calmly upon the pillow of my writings—too numerous, but which all breathe the same love of mankind, the same desire to render my fellow countrymen happy and free, and which the axe of tyrants cannot touch. Sound of tumultuous applause now. Robespierre’s finally finished. I need to get back. Don’t you dare let me down. Camille Desmoulins