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My apartment was once a single-car garage and consists now of one room. My bathroom is one of those preformed fiberglass units with everything molded into it, including a towel bar, a soap holder, & a cutout for a window that looks out at the street. Sometimes I stand in the tub, elbows resting on the sill, & stare at passing cars, just thinking how lucky I am. I love being single. It’s almost like being rich.

“This is the end of the story, Bast. We all know that. I have led an interesting life, and this reminiscence has a certain sweetness to it. But …” Kvothe drew a deep breath and let it out gently. “… but this is not a dashing romance. This is no fable where folk come back from the dead. It’s not a rousing epic meant to stir the blood. No. We all know what kind of story this is.”

"You missed the part when Cornelius said it took a shock to get the spirit out of Bertram’s body so he could get back in?”

“A shock? Seriously, that’s it? What? We’re just supposed to have someone jump out on us and shout ‘Boo’?”

“The electrical kind.”

“What, like static electricity?”

“No I mean as in several volts, Bride of Frankenstein, kind of… It’s Alive! electricity.”

This is becoming a chore 😒

What I personally knew about courting women could comfortably fit into a thimble without taking it off your finger first. On the other hand, I had a vast wealth of secondary knowledge. Ten thousand romantic songs, plays, and stories had to be worth something. On the negative side, I’d seen Simmon pursue nearly every woman within three miles of the University with the doomed enthusiasm of a child trying to fly.

“How did I get so lucky?” I murmur as I study his face.

“I believe some things are just meant to be, Tristan.” He pulls me close. “I don’t know that I’ve ever believed in fate. I think you & I were meant to find each other because nothing else in my life has ever felt this right. I don’t think we have to question it, we only need to feel it.”

How on Earth am I going to explain to him that I see dead people?

Archer turned, his eyes red, his cheeks wet. ‘Sorry about that. I’m not very good at admitting I was wrong. Tom, sit & stop fussing.’

‘I am not fussing. I am caring.’

‘I know & you’re bloody good at it. All of you, & I don’t just mean of me. Tom sit, Silas, have another glass, Jimmy… Just be there hiding your intelligence behind that schoolboy visage. All of you, my men, my team, my friends…'

James arranged his words before speaking. ‘Barrister Creswell is an inspiration, Archer. Witty, willing to listen to the likes of me, has a sense of fun I admire and is what my mother would call as bonkers as a brush. But with all due respect to the man, if he thinks he can poach me from my life here, he can go fuck himself.’

Thomas spluttered, but Archer laughed all the way to his bedroom.

🤯O🤯M🤯G🤯!!!

I did NOT see that coming!
(*picking jaw up off the floor*)

“But Deoch is up to his neck in women." Simmon protested. "He…he can’t—”

Denna looked at him, then to Wil & myself. “The two of you knew, didn’t you?”

Wilem shrugged. “I hadn’t any knowledge of it. He is attractive enough. What is a word for that here? A man who is intimate with both women and men?”

“Lucky?” Denna suggested. “Tired? Ambidextrous?”

“Ambisextrous,” I corrected.

Ambisextrous ... I like that!

‘Who knows why we meet the people we meet? Who knows why we instantly dislike some & love others? Love & hate come & go, but true friendship stays. I hardly know you, Silas. What I do know is that we're going to be mates until we’re old men laughing about when we were young. I’m here for you, whatever it takes, whatever you need. Don’t lose heart.’

‘I’ve already lost it,’ Silas said. ‘To Archer & to you.’

It had flaws, but what does that matter when it comes to matters of the heart? We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it. In many ways, unwise love is the truest love. Anyone can love a thing because. That’s as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.

There was the sound of a door banging, followed by a bright, wandering whistle. Bast emerged from the kitchen carrying a bristling armload of holly boughs wrapped in a white sheet.

Kote nodded grimly & rubbed his hands together. “Lovely. Now how do we—” His eyes narrowed. “Are those my good sheets?”

Bast looked down at the bundle. “Well, Reshi,” he said slowly, “that depends. Do you have any bad sheets?”

‘Take a seat in there, Your Honor, and I’ll bring the criminal.’

Creswell produced a cane from beneath his cloak. James jumped back as it swished past him & came to land on the guard’s chest. ‘The man is not yet a criminal. But for calling him one, you could become one yourself under the laws of slander. You will refer to my client as Mr Hawkins else you will find yourself referring to me as the prosecution.’

‘You did well, lad,’ Creswell said. ‘Short, to the point, accurate. I’ll make a solicitor of you by the time the day’s out.’

‘I’m quite happy where I am,’ James said. ‘And I don’t know anything about the law.’

‘You obey it, don’t you?’

Sometimes, was the honest answer when he considered crashing locomotives was probably illegal. ‘Yes.’

‘Ha! See? You lie well too.'