Days of Blood and Starlight (Daughter of Smoke and Bone, #2)
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Once upon a time, an angel and a devil held a wishbone between them. And its snap split the world in two.
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Live in the world you’ve made, he thought to himself, rising each morning. You don’t deserve to rest.
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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.
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It is life that expands to fill worlds. Life is your master, or death is.
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Mercy, she had discovered, made mad alchemy: a drop of it could dilute a lake of hate.
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Mercy breeds mercy as slaughter breeds slaughter. We can’t expect the world to be better than we make it.”
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All children are innocent. All children are sacred.”
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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.
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Each sob was like a tempest racking her rigid form, seizing her, shaking her.
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And here he was again: alive while others died. Oh, black fatigue. He just wanted to close his eyes.
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They are creatures grasping at life with stained hands.
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Tomorrow they will start the apocalypse. Tonight, they let themselves look at each other, for just a little while.