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Shannon
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Valyn's Wing crew are exactly who I was hoping for. This should be fun.
— May 29, 2017 04:10PM
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Shannon
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I don't think there's an adequate way for Yurl to die at this point.
— May 29, 2017 04:20PM
Shannon
is on page 156 of 496
The thing I like about this book is that it has a very complicated world with lots of characters and unfamiliar terms and whatnot but it's not confusing. I don't feel like I'm lost but there also isn't any hand-holding. It's clever yet simple and easy to digest.
— May 28, 2017 04:55PM
Shannon
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By the time the cadets arrived, the searing springtime sun had started its work, bloating bellies and pulling skin tight over knuckles and skulls. Flies crawled in and out of dead sailors' ears, foraged between slack lips, and paused to rub their mandibles over desiccated eyeballs.
Grooossss 🤢
— May 27, 2017 05:04PM
Grooossss 🤢
Shannon
is on page 21 of 496
The Blank God cared nothing for the pomp and pageantry of the urban temples. While the young gods glutted themselves on music, prayer, and offerings laid upon elaborate altars, the Blank God demanded of the Shin one thing only: sacrifice, not of wine or wealth, but of the self. The mind is a flame, the monks said. Blow it out.
Well, that's doesn't sound fun 😕
— May 27, 2017 04:40PM
Well, that's doesn't sound fun 😕
Shannon
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"And you cannot love us for what we are?" she asked, words slow, steady for the first time. "Even polluted, even broken? Even rotten, you cannot love us?"
"Love," Tan'is repeated, tasting the strange syllable, revolving it on his tongue as he drove the knife in and up, past the muscle, past the ribs, into her galloping heart, "like hateーit is your word, daughter, not ours."
😯
Well, that's an intro.
— May 07, 2017 01:19PM
"Love," Tan'is repeated, tasting the strange syllable, revolving it on his tongue as he drove the knife in and up, past the muscle, past the ribs, into her galloping heart, "like hateーit is your word, daughter, not ours."
😯
Well, that's an intro.

