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“Your turn. What colour do you like most?"
"You," he said so softly it was only a sound.
The intensity of his gaze stole the air from her lungs. She shook her head. "That-"
"Every colour that makes you.”
― We Free the Stars
"You," he said so softly it was only a sound.
The intensity of his gaze stole the air from her lungs. She shook her head. "That-"
"Every colour that makes you.”
― We Free the Stars
“You're not waiting for her resurrection; you've made yourself her mausoleum.”
― Harrow the Ninth
― Harrow the Ninth
“Harrow laughed. It was the first time she had ever heard Harrow really laugh. It was a rather weak and tired sound.
"Gideon the Ninth, first flower of my House," she said hoarsely, "you are the greatest cavalier we have ever produced. You are our triumph, The best of all of us. It has been my privilege to be your necromancer.”
― Gideon the Ninth
"Gideon the Ninth, first flower of my House," she said hoarsely, "you are the greatest cavalier we have ever produced. You are our triumph, The best of all of us. It has been my privilege to be your necromancer.”
― Gideon the Ninth
“You remember how the fuck-off great aunts always used to say, Suffer and learn?
If they were right Nonagesimus, how much more can we take until you and me achieve omniscience?”
― Harrow the Ninth
If they were right Nonagesimus, how much more can we take until you and me achieve omniscience?”
― Harrow the Ninth
“I'm not fucking dead," I said, which wasn't even true, and I was choking up; everything I'd ever done, everything I'd ever been through, and I was choking up.
As the Emperor of the Nine Houses, the Necrolord Prime, stood from his chair to look at you-- at me; looked at your face, looked at my eyes in your face. It took, maybe, a million myriads. The static in your ears resolved into wordless screaming his expression was just--gently quizzical; mildly awed.
"Hi, Not Fucking Dead," he said. "I'm Dad.”
― Harrow the Ninth
As the Emperor of the Nine Houses, the Necrolord Prime, stood from his chair to look at you-- at me; looked at your face, looked at my eyes in your face. It took, maybe, a million myriads. The static in your ears resolved into wordless screaming his expression was just--gently quizzical; mildly awed.
"Hi, Not Fucking Dead," he said. "I'm Dad.”
― Harrow the Ninth
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