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If money made the world go round, then fine. If money was what she needed to make people shut up and listen, then money she could get. Not to have, of course. Not to collect. To spend.
She would violate every fucking patent and reveal every goddamn trade secret and thus, the meek would inherit the earth. They would have to! They would be the only ones left to do the inheriting, because Belen would personally make every bespoke-suited capitalist bleed.
(Not that it mattered now, but when Belen was his age, she had been hotter than him.)
Fuck YES Belen!
“I mean, we were assigned independent study for a reason, weren’t we? Go forth and research? Do unto the archives as they do unto you?” “You’re confusing Atlas with the Bible,”
Callum and Tristan both snorted under their breaths and then immediately strove to undercut the synchronicity by facing in opposite directions.
“Want to meet me in Paris?” he asked, feeling unexpectedly upbeat. “Aren’t you supposed to be fighting someone?” Gideon asked. “Yes,” said Nico. “Then yes, obviously,” Gideon replied.
“Could your overbearing sense of compassion please find rational limits?” Nico growled. “For once, Gideon, just stop trying to force me to love people and accept that I’ve been extremely reasonable and correct this whole time—”
“She wishes,” scoffed Nico, shoving aside any semblance of real concern. “She’s probably nothing but considerate to her lovers.” “So sad for her to have so few enemies,” Gideon whimsically agreed. “Unlike you.” “Exactly,” said Nico.
Gideon’s smile in response was demonic with fondness.
“I think having progeny is inherently selfish,”
“Forcing something to exist that has no choice over the matter,” he said, “is an act of pure selfishness.”
(And anyway, if he had mommy problems, those weren’t going away anytime soon. Or ever. Look at Callum.)
I have a guess they’re primed for a hostile takeover.” Or a very well-dressed one, at least. She crossed her new Louboutins below the table.
Nobody had ever asked her what she wanted before, not really. Not in any way that mattered. People wanted her, and that was quite another thing.
That there was probably such a thing as too much knowledge, because having even a little bit could make a person sick for want of more. But at the same time, he had a fucking point.
Oh good, another poignant insight into Ezra’s lived experience. Lucky him! “I do so love when you take the time to regale me with my own thoughts,”
Ezra wanted, ideally, for Atlas’s death to happen via some kind of divine smiting, like a lightning bolt from above. He waited, but evidently no one was home. Olympus was empty and so was hell. The devils were all here, in this house.
Olympus was empty and so was hell. The devils were all here, in this house.
You came here to save this world, and all you did was destroy things—all you did was give destructive men the justification for their violence.”
knowledge is a fucking curse. Knowledge is nothing, I could have lived a whole life and never known the meaning of it or the reason for existence and I still might have had joy, or sweetness, or softness—
yes, he had made a mistake, he had thought he was choosing the lesser of two evils but it was still evil,
“I’m going to need you to do something dumb,” Nico said to Gideon between breaths.
some madness inside Gideon’s chest made up his mind for him. He leaned forward and caught Nico’s mouth with his
FINALLY!!!!!!!
