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She’d failed the south once. She wouldn’t do it again.
Hate was its own kind of fire and if you had nothing else, it kept you warm.
The hidden knife cut the deepest.
They would drown them in their blood.
“You don’t fix hurts by pretending they never happened. You treat them like infected wounds. You dig deep with a burning knife and gouge out the rotten flesh and then, maybe, you have a chance to heal.”
She’d cut him out of her mind the same way she’d alienated herself from her sixteen years in Tikany, a snakeskin shed so she could reinvent herself from war orphan to student and soldier.
She is only 21......
She’d spent so much time figuring out how to kill the Mugenese that the very idea that they could be people, with private lives and loves and hopes and dreams, made her feel vaguely nauseated.
Absent some divine intervention, we shall promptly produce upon this barbarous nation every effect we could desire.
ew colonizers
“Easily,” Daji said at last. “We’ll retrieve your anchor. And then we’ll go wake ours.”
baller
“Darling, people pay you less attention when you don’t leave a trail of bodies in your wake.”
“I like knowing that the words out of my mouth won’t cause the deaths of people I’ve become quite fond of. It’s this thing called ethics. You might try it sometime.”
I did not like Kitay but he has grown on me
You started this war, and it’s not my fault if you haven’t got the balls to finish it.
Gurubai regarded her for a moment. “Will you burn me?”
Rin, the war criminal who wont stop
Maybe that was the coward’s asylum. But she’d want it, too.
“Listen, Rin. I don’t care what else happens up there. But you come back to me.”
because fear and love were really just opposite sides of the same coin.
“Don’t take on the burden of an entire nation. It’s too heavy. And you aren’t strong enough.”
“Then it’s a good thing we’re sending Sring Venka,” Kitay said. “You porcelain-faced Sinegardian princess, you.”
I love him
“Because we’ll be Cike. And the first rule of the Cike is that we cull.”
oof
“General?” Again Dulin raised his hand. “With all due respect, could we stop fucking around and get started?”
Word.
“You were always such a fucking coward.”
He sighed. “I’m sure you know that thought gives me no comfort at all.”
Shi dictated that energy, when present, accumulated and amplified itself.
“Save the coffins,” Moag suggested. “They’re good for firewood.”
love her too
She couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, the end to this story was a foregone conclusion.
Oh so she's dying in the end
Their translations were two sides of the same truth—that the universe was a waking dream, a fragile and mutable thing, a blur of colors shaped by the unpredictable whims of divinity.
She could not relinquish her responsibility; she had to do this. At this point, it was a mercy.
:(
“Congratulations.” Rin patted her head. “You’ve finally found religion.”
baller af
She was twenty-one years old and it was the first night she could remember that she could close her eyes without fearing for her life.
Damn.
“I am the end and the beginning. The world is a painting and I hold the brush. I am a god.”
oh rin's fully lost it
“You’re hurting me,” he whispered.
:(
Oh, but history moved in such vicious circles.
