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“Your life," he seethed. "Is not a game of luck".
"Since when," Juliette spat, "did you care about my life?'
"I don't." He was trembling with fury. "I hate you".
And when Juliette didn't recoil, Roma kissed her.”
― Chloe Gong, Our Violent Ends

“Or, at the very least, turn me little again.' He wiped his eyes with a sleeve, and stared at the plate of mung bean cakes. 'Little enough that all I wanted to reach for was the banquet table. When all I knew to desire was a sweet cake. And even if everyone punished me, or yelled at me, or hated me, at least back then I didn’t know why. If you can’t turn me into a fish, at least turn me little.”
― Shen Tao, The Poet Empress

“moya doragaya, I love you, I love you”
― Chloe Gong, Our Violent Ends

“To have and to hold, where even death cannot part us,’ Juliette whispered.
‘In this life and the next,’ Roma returned, ‘for however long our souls remain, mine will always find yours.”
― Chloe Gong, Our Violent Ends