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Nothing is colder than the grey ashes of an old love, nothing warmer than the bright coals of the new.

Why don’t holy men ever say anything plainly? The answer supplied itself, unbidden. Maybe it’s because if it was said clearly enough, we’d know it was nonsense.
Holy Books were not the inspired word of the god speaking through his holiest followers after all, but the ravings of some mad knight, ensconced in a cave somewhere and suffering the visions of the insane.

Joy in her new-found freedom, excitement at the thought of what lay ahead, contentment with the idea she was controlling her own life.
A dog let off the leash? No: rather a butterfly shedding its chrysalis only to find it had wings…

A woman who tried a profession denied to her by the Rule would have been scorned and reviled, her business ignored, and that would be enough. There would have been no need of other punishment; society had already devised a perfect one.

Order, all important Order. Regularity was paramount, change was anathema. Order ruled, and the Rule brought Order. What nobody mentioned was that the Rule stifled, that Order suffocated.

This is the book that makes me think back on the teenage days when an adventure like that would have thrilled me... and I am truly as thrilled now as I would have been then. It is amazing to be taken back to your other self of years past yet not through something familiar and revisited but entirely new and exciting.

Ah book amnesia. I have zero idea how this book ends. When did I read it?? #gettingold

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