Beth

“He’s like wine. If you describe what he does, he seems awful, but if it’s happening to you, it’s lovely.” “There speaks an intoxicated man.”
― Natasha Pulley, The Hymn to Dionysus

“Our duty is part of us, we can’t just leave it on the side of the road."
Pentheus thought about it for a little while. He had his hair over his shoulder on his sun side to keep his neck from burning, and with the gold beads threaded through into their half-crown, he looked like Helios. “I thought that too. But then... when I was in the maze, duty didn’t feel like a part of me at all. It was just chains. I suppose if you’re born in chains and so is everyone you know and you never, ever see them come off, then you would think they were part of you and something awful would happen if you found the key, but it didn’t feel awful. I felt like I could breathe.”
― Natasha Pulley, The Hymn to Dionysus

“felt like an old candle that had sat forgotten on a shelf for years, frozen into the same lumpy awkward shape, dull with dust, but now here was the fire again, and I was softening and changing and finding I didn’t have to be that cold shape forever, and the wax was turning warm and bright again. He’d burn me away altogether before long, but it was worth it.”
― Natasha Pulley, The Hymn to Dionysus

“Suffering doesn't make people good or noble. A little bit gives them perspective. A lot turns them cruel, and too much - you get a murder or a marvel, and neither of those are really people any more.”
― Natasha Pulley, The Hymn to Dionysus