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The railgun in its left arm lowers, as does the giant pulseFist in its right, and from its cockpit, amplified by its external speakers, comes a bloodcurdling howl.
YESSSS
He must have escaped soon after his imprisonment and spent the past months waging a one-man guerilla war against Apollonius.
We are so back
His red eyes are shiny with tears in his grease-dark face. He lowers his forehead to mine and only pulls back when gravity returns.
For over a decade this ship, once the Morning Star, was Darrow’s greatest weapon. He sailed it here to break Mercury. Instead, Mercury broke both him and his ship. Not content with that, Mercury then rebuilt his ship!
I hope this things flops
I remain humble and defer all credit to Horatia, Glirastes, and their thousands of engineers and laborers—all of whom are inside the ship at their own party enjoying better wine than my Gold guests. I made sure of that.
Ok lysander i like this
My concealed com crackles with a priority message. Rhone reports from within the Lightbringer. “Dominus, it is urgent.”
Hehehehe
“Who else knows this?” I ask. “Anyone with a telescope.”
Hahaha
Disdaining weapons, the Gorgons catch Tharsus’s friends with their hands, pin their arms, and start beating them to death midair.
My god
Atlas raises the Iron Fist and Tharsus is snared by the device’s statis field. He floats, suspended in zero-G. Atlas cuts off Tharsus’s feet first, then his hands. The severed parts float in the field with their former owner.
Oh!
“But first she has a message for you.” He turns to leave the passenger compartment and calls back to his Gorgons. “Make him shit blood.”
Ahhhhhhh
The push and pull of a war bond that goes as deep as ours.
"war bond"
“Thought about it. Gender biased and too heavy. Golds, you know.”
LOL
“Glad to see you left a positive impression on young Lune. Taught him all the best ways to slaughter heroes of the Rising.”
“Naw. We’re Pixies. You had Atlas and you let him live. We had Lysander and we let him live. We had Apollonius and we let him live.” He snorts. “It’s like we want to lose.”
“When I got free of Apple, you know why I didn’t steal a ship and make for Mars myself?” he asks. Cassius and I were wondering. “I knew you’d come. You’re stupid like that. It’s why I love you.
Cry
“But nothing. You have a new baby to meet.
HEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGDHSKKBBSJ
I hope I am alive sitting beside you as you watch this. If I am, pour me a whiskey and rub an old man’s back. I deserve it because if I’m alive, I’ve beaten the bastards and you won’t have inherited my war.
No matter how I went, the path led me back to your mother. We loved you, Sevro. With your first breath. With our last.
I was the first Daughter of Ares. When the Raa swept the Sons away like dust, we survived because we are shadow. At first we were few. Now we are many.
Lets fucking goooooo
They have proven to my council what I have long argued, there is no Rim. No Core. Only the high and the low. The oppressors and the oppressed. The high have united. If the low do not, I believe the dream of Ares and Eo, our dream, will die.
Wow
“Come be our god of war.”
Holy shit
You’re Cassius Bellona.” “Ow.” “Not in the Republic.” “No, not au. Ow. Harsh critique.” “Oh.”
I love this
“If you wish to be repaired, you must first be broken,” I mutter. “What?” “The eleventh understanding.” He rolls his eyes. “When did everyone turn into a gorydamn philosopher?” “When we started losing.”
“Ain’t that all you’re good for? Sniff, sniff, looking for treasure in mounds of the Solar System’s shit,”
My hand still clutches the rifle, but it’s begun to drift away. I move my arm and the hand separates from the wrist.
Wtf
So I know there’s two things on the minds of every person in the Core. Is the Reaper dead? And where did that coward Quicksilver sneak off to?”
They ain’t good, not all through, but neither am I, and at least they’re trying to stop the boot from coming down.
They mean well, and the Reaper’s name feeds them power. But they shout for the god while I carry a hollowness inside me the size of the man. It’s lonely. I miss my husband.
“Daughter, you are my heart,” he replies. “I trust you like I trust the vaulting sky. I look up, and there it is. Different shades, perhaps, but always there. Always true.”
I LOVE THIS MAN SO MUCH
“What do you think?” he asks. “It would be a guess.” “Your guesses are often more researched than most people’s facts.”
<3
“Without Father, he’ll want nothing to do with us.
Hes so damn smart
When he finds them, he looks up at me with the raw emotion of his father, but without the anger or the pain.
He is my favorite smell, my favorite sound, my favorite sight. He will never know how much I love him because he does not remember the day Darrow and I conceived him, or the months I carried him inside me, or the minute he came into the world, the moment he said his first word or took his first step, or made me laugh for the first time. I remember all those things, and all the things about them. Where the sun lay in the sky, how his father’s eyes sparkled, what I feared in those moments, what I hoped for his life to be.
HEHHHHHHHHHHH
How ridiculous we must be to wage it when emotions like love run so much deeper in us than hate.
“Back from butchering babies already?” he asks his father.
Pls
Yours is to do as you’re told until you can prove you don’t have to be told.
O my god
“Go fuck yourself, Lysander.”
YEA!
Why do you think Darrow and I are the only assholes who take planets?
I hate her almost as much as I hate myself.
After all, what’s more dangerous than a man who believes his cause is just?” “A woman who believes she is untouchable,” I reply.
She backs off, beats her chest twice with her right fist like an Obsidian gladiator, winks, and saunters away to her party.
I can SEE her
“No, I just promised myself I wouldn’t drink this month.” He considers the wine. “I killed thirty-one people today. Slag it.” He sips and sighs. “So, you kneeled after all.”
Why do i love him
It’s a world unto itself. Inscrutable from without except by its seasonal weather patterns. For me it’s autumn. For you, she wants it to be summer, but you seem intent on making it winter.”
“Don’t have to love oxygen to need it.”
Oof
“She killed my parents, Ajax.” He freezes. His eyes a thousand kilometers away. Then he stands and looks down at me. “She said you’d say that. The problem with loving you two is that you were both meant for the Palatine. I never was. You’re both too good at lying.” He departs.
Wowwwwww
Like all other Core Golds, I say one thing and do another. Snipe at Atalantia, sit in her section.
My nausea deepens as I think of Glirastes curled on the floor of a dog kennel, waiting to see if I love him as much as he loves me.
Julia makes a show of counting and sighs as if it’s out of her hands. “He’s right, Atalantia.” “Oh, fuck off,” Atalantia mutters.
Pleaselol
Julia is a menace when she cares to be.
and shakes her head at Ajax as if she tried her best with me. Already she draws him closer again.
Tea
