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she experienced a fear so paralyzing in the company of perfect darkness that, when faced with such a fate, she held an illogical preference for death.
when a home was not found, it was forged; indeed it could be fashioned even from nothing.
The shackles worn by your people are often unseen by the eye. Feel, they’d said, for even blind, you will know how to break them.
“Bek mefem,” she said quietly. Because I understand. “Bek bidem.” Because I’ve been you.
“Life is so unfair, is it not?” she said, her eyes shining with feeling. “Our dreams so easily shattered?”
“Your insolence is astonishing.”
He stared at her bandaged hand on his arm for a beat too long, and when he looked up, he said, “I am Hazan, Your Majesty. You may depend on me with your life.”
Six? Seven?
SIX SEVEN (I hate myself)
“I haven’t the slightest idea what we’re doing,” he said softly. “Though if you mean to take me captive, you need only ask. I would come willingly.”
“You have consumed my thoughts since the moment I met you,” he said to her. “I feel now, in your presence, entirely strange. I think I might fetch you the moon if only to spare your tears again.”
“My name,” she said, “is Alizeh. I am Alizeh of Saam, the daughter of Siavosh and Kiana. Though you may know me better as the lost queen of Arya.”
“I grow tired,” he said, trying to breathe, “of being in my right mind. I much prefer this kind of madness.”
Wear this tonight, and you will be seen only by those who wish you well.
“The king? Cyrus, you mean? I’d not realized you’d met him before.”
A single tear tracked down the boy’s cheek. “It’s the Diviners,” he said. “They’re all dead.”
Beware the gold, the crown, the eye One is a king who is loath to die Ford the darkness, scale the wall Two have a friend who is foe to all “Leave me alone! Please, just leave me alone—” The serpent, the saber, the fiery light Three will storm and rage and fight Alizeh caught a marble column around the middle and sagged against it, pressing her uncommonly overheated cheek to its cool skin. “Please,” she gasped. “I beg you— Leave me be—” Always the jester will interfere For there cannot be three sovereigns here
There once was a man who bore a snake on each shoulder. If the snakes were well fed their master ceased growing older. What they ate no one knew, even as the children were found with brains shucked from their skulls, bodies splayed on the ground.
“A Jinn queen to rule the world. Oh, it’s so horribly seditious. The perfect revenge.”
“Ah. Well, in that case, you may call me Cyrus.”
