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“Jules has the patience of a saltwater crocodile, willing to wait for the opportune moment to snap.
Am I immune to their enchantments? Absolutely not. Have I tried to be? Certainly, no.”
― Sirius ., The Red Star Society: The Intimate Journals, Letters, and Recollections of Her Majesty's Astronomer Sopespian Slaine

“There is nothing I can say about Hester Primus that would be flattering.
He is hated, and he deserves every bit of it.”
― Sirius ., The Red Star Society: The Intimate Journals, Letters, and Recollections of Her Majesty's Astronomer Sopespian Slaine

“The Queen’s Huntsman is Fabian Wruck. She gifted him both names, with the latter translating loosely to mean ‘cantankerous’. Which, I find, turned out to be very well-suited.”
― Sirius ., The Red Star Society: The Intimate Journals, Letters, and Recollections of Her Majesty's Astronomer Sopespian Slaine

“There is no one who is more melancholy or full of self-loathing than Cahal.”
― Sirius ., The Red Star Society: The Intimate Journals, Letters, and Recollections of Her Majesty's Astronomer Sopespian Slaine

“This harpy, Aurelius, is the one that they call ‘the Executioner’. He is an unyielding mercenary who will accept any job for the right price. He does not observe our rules of camaraderie, although I have no record—yet—of him slaughtering one of our own. You may be the first, if you venture too closely. There is a price on his head worth an obscene amount of gold. Was that all part of the allure?”
― Sirius .

“I do not know how to help [Ephraim]. I suspect that none of us do, although we love him, and we fear he will be the next target of the queen’s wrath.”
― Sirius ., The Red Star Society: The Intimate Journals, Letters, and Recollections of Her Majesty's Astronomer Sopespian Slaine

“It is at this point that I will address a remarkable force of nature that has been sorely neglected in my narrative up until this point. There is a pirate by the name of Sweeney, known for one reason or another to be a proven terror on the high seas and a canker in the mouth of every monarch from here to Simisola.”
― Sirius ., The Red Star Society: The Intimate Journals, Letters, and Recollections of Her Majesty's Astronomer Sopespian Slaine

“I hope that I am the last royal astronomer this palace ever sees.”
― Sirius ., The Red Star Society: The Intimate Journals, Letters, and Recollections of Her Majesty's Astronomer Sopespian Slaine

“Ephraim did not care whether he heard singing ever again. No voice could be as beautiful, no tenor as bright, and no lips as perfectly formed as his Ferdinand’s—and they would never grace the halls again. Such dismal, empty chambers lacking life and luster—for all the gilded molding and brightly painted walls, for all the murals on the arched ceilings and tapestries draped beside ostentatiously tall windows—it was no longer a palace. It was a tomb.”
― Sirius ., The Red Star Society: The Intimate Journals, Letters, and Recollections of Her Majesty's Astronomer Sopespian Slaine

“The love that existed between Ferdinand Bauer and Ephraim Holst was unrivaled. The maestro and the singer. Gods, the stars would never forget how Ferdinand could sing.”
― Sirius ., The Red Star Society: The Intimate Journals, Letters, and Recollections of Her Majesty's Astronomer Sopespian Slaine

“I took the liberty of opening up your coffers,” Pheseus’ voice traveled around as his boots came to rest in front of Florindel’s face. “Let us see what was there.” A silver derak fell, landing by the toe of his boot and narrowly missing Florindel’s head. It was followed by another, and three more gold dera. Coins rattled against the bottom of a wooden box and then a hail of copper came raining down.”
― Sirius ., Condemned

“Your majesty,” Felix’s words escaped on a breath. Pharun raised one silver eyebrow, pulling his dark gray fingertip down the line of Felix’s jaw.
“Go on,” Pharun said, “you were telling me how right I am.”
― Sirius ., Condemned

“There are people I still care about,” Shrukian said. “I cannot abandon them. If I were so willing to leave it all at Pharun’s feet – I would not be worthy to be king in the first place.”
“Maybe there is more to your legacy,” Marcellus said slowly, “than just the chance of becoming king.”
― Sirius ., Condemned

“You will have a child, but there are no peacock feathers on his mantle. His hands are covered in gold, and he wears white fur on his shoulders – dripping with blood.”
― Sirius ., Condemned

“The Cavalla family was known for two reasons, its crumbling lineage, and its lunacy; the marriage thereof leaving Domenico Cavalla with almost nothing to inherit. The manor was all that remained tacked to his title, and even that was being reclaimed by the earth – bit by bit and vine by vine, ivy on top of rotting wood on top of stone. Shrukian had never seen anything so grotesque as the cold, empty halls – made even bigger by their grand archways and bare windows. The halls were nothing but wide, gaping mouths whose voices were already lost, too forgotten to even wail.”
― Sirius ., Condemned

“You will kiss his ring, even as he swallows you.”
― Sirius ., Partitioned

“My brother would rather kill me himself," Shrukian finally said. "Less for honor, more so for spite."
"It is just as well," Cyrano said. "Spite is far deadlier.”
― Sirius ., Partitioned

“What desire did you have to be alive after you had killed your entire family, and after you bore witness to your prince bleeding out beneath the arbor?”
― Sirius ., Partitioned

“And here the royal dragon roosts,” a soft voice intruded upon the silence, “gloating over his domain and bellowing smoke.”
― Sirius ., Uncrowned

“Darling, you believe I would have you executed?” Pharun sighed. “You must not put as much faith in our childhood as you claim.”
“You have changed,” Meridith said. “And you will not let me in to know you again.”
“As you said,” Pharun reminded him, “I will have to trust someone eventually.”
― Sirius ., Uncrowned