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Two things stood between me and a good night’s sleep, and I was allowed to kill only one of them.
May we lead the lives our ancestors were denied.
“There is no such thing as a worthy sacrifice. There are only those who die, and those willing to let them.”
“You think your mind is a blank slate, where you can build your own networks of information from scratch, through pure logic and reason. You ignore that each child enters a completely unique world, founded on different truths. We build our reality on the foundation our world sets for us. You entered a world where magic is corrosive and Jasadis are inherently evil. I entered one where turning a shoe into a dove made my mother laugh. 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?”
If Jasadi bones could speak, they’d warn Arin of Nizahl that nothing stays untouchable forever.
“The way most men love is so boring. It is frequent and fickle and altogether unextraordinary. Arin would love to obsession. To madness. But do you want to know the real reason he would never allow himself to love another?” Vaida stepped close, her floral scent tickling my nose. “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.”
Your mind is a maze of mirrors, reflecting only the memories you choose to save.
