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Perhaps, she thought, this will be a very short conversation, and a lot of lives quickly saved.
Stop, she told herself. Fight the battles before you, not the ones from so long ago.
She leaned up against the wall of the lexicon chamber again. I’m in a ghost ship, she thought, haunted by my friend.
pauldron.
brushball
This is not, she thought, how I wanted things to go today.
<We are indeed going to try the same mad shit as last time,> said Berenice. <And this is not up for debate.> Clef groaned. <Aw, hell.>
whitenose bat.
How could one stay calm when such a thing neared you?
Who is this? Whose voices do I hear? Who was this, however so long ago?
Empires are simple to run, she’d said once. One person, one throne, one vote. But Giva is goddamn hard.
carracks, caravels, cogs, outriggers, junks, doggers, wherries, dories, drifters,
The things we do, she thought with a sigh, to return home.
<I’m Greeter because I’m good at this!> said Greeter. <We can always be better,> said Sancia.
pauldrons
arthropodal
the Agrazzi Steppes.
Orio Polani,
The Pentiamedes,
Does he still persist, Berenice sometimes thought, clinging to this great web of minds?
Or is he just an echo as well, a fading memory of a man?
the Agrazzi Steppes,
the Dorata River!>
the Beretto Mountains.
What’s wrong with her? What the hell did I do now?
Who had said those words, however many years ago? And what was it that they made?
“Put Clef in a murder machine,” said Berenice. “Why didn’t such an idea occur to us earlier.”
<Shit, I’m starting to think you guys plan insane military raids all the time or something.>
I have just expended, Design thought, about two or three thousand hours of my labor in less than thirty seconds.
Design grinned. I can dance and drink tea at the same time, you bastard.
I wonder, they thought, if this is what it was like to be Crasedes in his heyday.
<My greatest work,> they mused. <Erased from this world like a smudge of grease on a bit of white marble…>
mawfish
Berenice eyed the deadlamp’s shell floating in the dark water behind them. But if you want to break into hell, she thought, you must assume the guise of a devil.
<Like—I’m willing to do all kinds of crazy shit, folks, but if this goes awry, we’re in deep trouble.>
How did I get here? And how in the hell am I going to get out?
Someone who jokes on his deathbed must be absolutely unbearable when hale and hearty.”
How wonderful it was to move, to creep, to feel young again, however briefly.
<So…I have to casually stroll away from a giant monster,> said Sancia. <Uhh, yeah. That’s about the gist of it.>
espringals,
tassets,
faulds,
placka...
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She stared in wonder, in horror. What a thing it is, she said, to witness the changing of the world…
How much longer can we last? How much farther can we go, with barely any food or armaments, and no sleep?
In a world such as this, where so much hardship and danger awaits one’s child, what fool would let themselves go about loving one?
“Valeria.” “The guardian angel of childhood,” says his wife.
“The one time I stumble across a fortune bigger than I could ever dream of, and it has to be here, in these cursed ruins, with the end of the world biting at our heels.”
Clef’s gaze slowly turned to Crasedes, floating languidly in the air beside him.
Your greatest mistake of all, she whispered. She leaned close. How many cities are in ruin just like this, because of him?
