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Laini Taylor
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July 25 - July 27, 2024
Once upon a time, an angel and a devil held a wishbone between them. And its snap split the world in two.
Live in the world you’ve made, he thought to himself, rising each morning. You don’t deserve to rest.
There is intimacy in pain. Anyone who has comforted a sufferer knows it—the helpless tenderness, the embrace and murmur and slow rocking together as two become one against the enemy, pain.
It is life that expands to fill worlds. Life is your master, or death is.
Mercy, she had discovered, made mad alchemy: a drop of it could dilute a lake of hate.
Mercy breeds mercy as slaughter breeds slaughter. We can’t expect the world to be better than we make it.”
All children are innocent. All children are sacred.”
It doesn’t matter what happens to me, she told herself. I am one of billions. I am stardust gathered fleetingly into form. I will be ungathered. The stardust will go on to be other things someday and I will be free.
Each sob was like a tempest racking her rigid form, seizing her, shaking her.
And here he was again: alive while others died. Oh, black fatigue. He just wanted to close his eyes.
They are creatures grasping at life with stained hands.
Tomorrow they will start the apocalypse. Tonight, they let themselves look at each other, for just a little while.