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“I am not killing my fig plant.” I pushed to my feet. “I’m cultivating its fighter’s spirit.”
Have you considered, in that infinite mind of yours, that the truly brilliant people are the ones who understand the realities we build were already built for us?”
Love. Hanim mocked me. A new name for an old insanity.
The drink was Jasadi in origin, but I wasn’t alarmed. After Jasad’s fall, the vultures had picked at Jasadi culture, tearing out the choicest bits for their own nests.
Even if he were capable of caring for someone else, I cannot imagine he would ever be so selfish as to let himself fall in love. He knows his own nature and all the dark places love could steer him.”
“The way most men love is so boring. It is frequent and fickle and altogether unextraordinary. Arin would love to obsession. To madness.
“Arin is consumed by what he loves. If asked, he would get on his knees and let it kill him. He withholds his heart out of self-preservation.”
the way he looks at you sometimes. Like you are a cliff with a fatal fall, and each day you move him closer to its edge.”
We build our reality on the foundation our world sets for us.
Most people feared what they were capable of doing, but I… I was starting to fear what I was capable of ignoring.
He should know better than to share his smiles with me. I should know better than to crave them.
I wondered why in a world ripe with monsters and magic, only he could see me so clearly.
“All your choices require sacrifice. The question is, what are you willing to lose?”
“The only part that originates from Omal is the audacity.
“What appeal can reason have in the face of your tears?”
“Obedience should be conscious, not instinctual.”
“Why would I avoid recognition? The only people who do not wish to be known are the ones with something to be ashamed of.”
