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Murmurings, from the two nuns, desperate, confused, hungry.
They step as if to go to her, but Jacynde spreads her arms out, forming herself into a wall. Her anger is fracturing, though. Voyne can see it. Can see devastation, can feel it, echoing through her with so much familiarity. Voyne knows what it is to doubt, to realize that the lens thru which u have viewed the world and built ur life is only one possibility.
— Jun 16, 2026 10:02AM
They step as if to go to her, but Jacynde spreads her arms out, forming herself into a wall. Her anger is fracturing, though. Voyne can see it. Can see devastation, can feel it, echoing through her with so much familiarity. Voyne knows what it is to doubt, to realize that the lens thru which u have viewed the world and built ur life is only one possibility.
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Madeline
is on page 252 of 352
Ugh, the weirdest turn with the phosyne and ser voyne scene… why
— 8 hours, 34 min ago
Madeline
is on page 222 of 352
The creature who cocks his head and scents the air is something old.
He smiles, and his teeth are sharp.
"I’d recommend you run, little girl."
And Treila does.
— Jul 20, 2026 06:37PM
He smiles, and his teeth are sharp.
"I’d recommend you run, little girl."
And Treila does.
Madeline
is on page 136 of 352
"Oh, I was not summoned, little mouse," her Lady says. She cups Phosyne's jaw, head tilting like a curious bird's as She takes her measure. "I go nowhere I do not please. But I do wander everywhere" Her yellow lips curl. "Come, eat with me. I wonder what you think of my gifts."
"No," Phosyne says.
— Jun 28, 2026 09:17AM
"No," Phosyne says.
Madeline
is on page 91 of 352
“Magic. Intercession. A summoning.
Will it even matter that she has called their Lady?
A miracle so profound may be indistinguishable from horror.
Phosyne certainly feels horrified.”
— Jun 16, 2026 10:07AM
Will it even matter that she has called their Lady?
A miracle so profound may be indistinguishable from horror.
Phosyne certainly feels horrified.”
Madeline
is on page 48 of 352
“One of her fragments, a haphazard translation of the works of somebody only credited as "the weeping philosopher" —a man who died of œdema some six hundred years ago —describes the soul as measured in fire and water. Water, for soft growing things; fire, for the element that transcends death. An everliving flame, not constant, but shifting in its parts, some extinguishing, some springing up to life.”
— Jun 13, 2026 12:36PM
Madeline
is on page 47 of 352
“Her teachers in the Priory would have demanded proof. Measurement, replicable observation, a mechanism of action. And she understands the appeal. Certainty feels safe. But certainty is also limiting. Certainty did not purify Aymar's water.”
— Jun 13, 2026 12:30PM
Madeline
is on page 39 of 352
2/2 Each stinger throbbed where it rested in her skin, and the too-perfect Lady had looked down at her, face immobile. No benediction, no offer of salvation— just silent judgment, and then She'd turned and walked away.”
— Jun 13, 2026 11:53AM
Madeline
is on page 39 of 352
1/2 “She knows how quickly a single beesting can multiply to hundreds, courtesy of her desperate attempt to tear a wild hive open to get at the honey within. They stung her bleeding and raw. She had nearly died.
She'd fled, then collapsed in a meadow where, swollen and still starving, she'd dreamed of the Constant Lady.
— Jun 13, 2026 11:53AM
She'd fled, then collapsed in a meadow where, swollen and still starving, she'd dreamed of the Constant Lady.
Madeline
is on page 39 of 352
“Half of it is her squandered faith, trampled in the dirt five years ago and never quite recovered; the Constant Lady does not have a saint for her, no Vengeful Saint or Starving Saint. No true balm for her bitterness, no witness and no succor.”
— Jun 13, 2026 11:52AM