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"Our lives aren't ours, darling," she murmured. "We are only caretakers of this magic. We don't use it to protect ourselves we use it only to protect the Kupari. They call us queens, but what we really are is servants."

I floundered in a maelstrom of uncertainty, aching inside, not knowing who or what I was, if I had the right to be living on an earth the Lord reserved for those born with his blessings and permission. We had lost our father, our home, our friends and our possessions. That night I no longer believed that God was the perfect judge. So, in a way, I lost God too.

It was very apparent the Foxworths didn't throw anything away---they stored their trash in the attic.

This is a surprisingly decent read so far. We'll see how much longer that lasts. The 30-ish% mark is usually the make it or break it for me. Fingers crossed :-P

This has been my distraction as I've tried to make it through the mind-numbing Lolita. There's only so much Hum and Lo I can take though so I may just commit to this one and finish it instead :)

Um, what just happened?

It seems like this book is really trying to be more but I'm still not 100% sure that it's pulling it off. She has an interesting style and prose but that may be all there is. We'll see...

I don't remember what it's like to be free. To be wide open without fear. I need something to break me. Just enough so that I have new pieces to work with-make them into something else.

My mother is beautiful in the same way that a storm is beautiful. She is wild and destructive, and in the middle of her fury you feel her God given right to destroy. This book is off the a pretty great start.

Perhaps she was like that rising moon, she thought, and the love she longed for was like the setting sun. She looked off into the distance, holding on to that tree and knowing in her heart that no matter what happened, neither of them would ever catch up with the other.

... what he saw in her was a different kind of beauty, something primitive and uncontrolled. When she moved she did so with a strange mix of innocence and urgency, and a kind of motion innate to her, one that made him feel as if life itself came from somewhere deep inside of her.

"And why should men be taller?" "To protect women. A man would not protect a giant woman." She planted her hands on her hips and made a noise that suspiciously sounded like a snort. "She could protect herself."

The name of a woman. She believed that to be so from the way he tried to speak. The sound came from his lips so softly, almost tenderly, in the way of a lover. Then tears dripped from his eyes, over those laugh lines in the corners, streamed over his temples, then spilt into his hairline, where they disappeared as if they had never been there.

His mistake of course was in forbidding his lady wife to do anything, for that was like putting hot coals next to dry straw and expecting nothing to happen. Ha! Psshhh. His first mistake is thinking he has the right to forbid his wife. Period.

Miranda pulled the sword from her belt and pinned Leland to the wall with it. “You will forgive me, my lord, but let us get straight to the point.” She nudged the uncapped sword against his cravat. “Tell me, where is my husband?" Yes Miranda! Finally some badassdom.

In truth, she could not dissect Archer into parts. She saw him as a whole. She thought of Archer not in pictures but with feeling. Archer was warmth, laughter, kindness, and excitement.

He dreamed of her with the constancy of breathing. I kind of love Archer.

Finally! Finally! One of the humans kind of sort of in a roundabout way defended himself against an anti-human tirade. I'm sorry for commenting on this issue so much but it is in now a theme in nearly every exchange that happens in this book. It kills me too because it had such a strong start but now it's just pissing me off.

The human bashing is starting to wear a little thin. What started out as a great scifi read has now turned into a campaign against humanity. Okay, okay, that may be a bit of a stretch, but nevertheless it's getting old.

Starting Chapter 14. I'd say at this rate I'm right on track to finish by, oh, hmm, by the end of the year.

"Ninety percent of all problems are caused by people being assholes." I'll buy that.

This one is still a really fun read but I'm not sure how I feel about the way humans are portrayed throughout the story. You know the trope. Humans: the lowly race that self destructed because they weren't evolved or enlightened enough to know better. I just don't have a lot of hate for the human race because I know too many good people.

I know it's early yet but I can already see this being among my favorites this year. Hopefully it keeps up :)

"Lovey, if you were able to have a body, it should look how you want it to look.” He relaxed back into the wall and trailed his fingers down a bundle of cables. “I’d find you pretty in any package." This is so bizarrely sweet..

Well, if this band hates the establishment that much, then I doubt they’ll care about me making up my own words. They can’t oppress me with their ‘correct lyrics.’ Fuck the system.

Ha! Pshh. Who needs "correct lyrics" anyway?