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The Furies The Furies by Katie Lowe
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“Every breath, every moment, possessed with an illusion of glamor, of filthy decadence, purely because it was ours, we two our own radical world, a star collapsing inward and bursting, gorgeous, in the dark.”
Katie Lowe, The Furies
“In the face of murder, all life seems thrilling, all chaos and potential.”
Katie Lowe, The Furies
“We’ll be like Flidais,” Grace had said. “The goddess of the woods. Ruler of wild beasts.”
Katie Lowe, The Furies
“in the Phaedo, Plato tells us that the souls of the angry dead hovered above tombs and graveyards, lingering in the mortal realm. And in Xenophon’s Cyropedia, these same souls track the wicked, taking vengeance where they might.”
Katie Lowe, The Furies
“We were from different circles; would pass in corridors without so much as a glance, as though this conversation had never taken place. I see it now, among the girls I teach: the oil-and-water separation of types, hard to define and yet instinctively known. It's a power one learns as a girl and never forgets: the ability to place one's peers in their hierarchy with little more than a glance. Impressive, I suppose, in its own, cruel way.”
Katie Lowe, The Furies
“We vullen de uren waarin we wakker zijn zodat we uiteindelijk verlost kunnen worden door een diepe, droomloze slaap; nietszeggende gesprekken, uur na uur, zonder achterliggende gedachte, elk moment dichter naar de afgrond kruipend.”
Katie Lowe, The Furies
“Girls who chase boys, who twirl their hair and walk through clouds of chain-store perfume, learning their allure. Girls who like books, who revel in their solitude, and lonely girls who don't; girls who eat, and girls who don't. Girls with piercings, tattoos, scars. Angry girls, who bare their teeth and scratch at their arms. Unironic boy-band, pink-clad girls, who scream and wail and live in every breath. Girls who read Vogue and spend their Saturdays with jealous hands on clothes their allowances won't afford. Girls who long to be mothers, and their own mothers who long for their youth. Art girls. Science girls. Girls who'll make it out alive. Girls who won't.
And then, there are invisible girls: the ones nobody thinks to be afraid of. The girls who hide in plain sight, flirting and giggling; girls for whom sugar and spice is a mask. Girls who spark matches and spill battery acid on skin. Girls for whom rules do not apply.”
Katie Lowe, The Furies
“We were close to the divine. We touched gods, felt them flow through our veins. Felt lust, envy, greed, quicken our hearts but for a while, we were truly, spectacularly alive.”
Katie Lowe, The Furies