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The old gods may be great, but they are neither kind nor merciful. They are fickle, unsteady as moonlight on water, or shadows in a storm. If you insist on calling them, take heed: be careful what you ask for, be willing to pay the price. And no matter how desperate or dire, never pray to the gods that answer after dark.
Aut viam invenium aut faciam, and so on.” She does not know Latin yet, and he does not offer a translation, but a decade from now, she will look up the words, and learn their meaning. To find a way, or make your own.
Wow
“Small places make for small lives. And some people are fine with that. They like knowing where to put their feet. But if you only walk in other people’s steps, you cannot make your own way. You cannot leave a mark.”
Wow
Later that night, she even suggested the name, their heads bent over a cocktail napkin. His pen marks. Her idea.
Pretty
“art is about ideas. And ideas are wilder than memories. They’re like weeds, always finding their way up.”
“Because happiness is brief, and history is lasting, and in the end,” he says, “everyone wants to be remembered.”
