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“My joy was ghostly, like something not quite realized.”
“Existence is the gift. Life is a choice.”
“Fear was a reminder that even the insubstantial could kill. But insubstantial meant it had no shape. It couldn't be conquered or tamed or avoided. Only moved through, with force and will.”
“There's always impossibilities in dreams. Dream more.”
“I know your soul. Everything else is just an ornament.”
“I wanted a love thick with time, as inscrutable as if a lathe had carved it from night and as familiar as the marrow in my bones. I wanted the impossible, which made it that much easier to push out of my mind.”
“You know nothing about me." "I know your soul. Everything else is an ornament.”
“I promised you the moon for your throne and stars to wear in your hair," said Amar, gesturing inside. "And I always keep my promises.”
“He loved her. And she loved him. And in such bliss does devastation grow.”
“Who wanted to be smiled at by the girl that trailed shadows like pets, conjured snakes and waited for Death, her bridegroom, to steal her from these walls?”
“I love you," he murmured into my hair. "You are my night and stars, the fate I would fix myself to in any life.”
“Her power was a wrenching thing, starless black and sorrow, but my magic was something more...it was hope.”
“Perhaps Choices spring up when history makes way for them. Perhaps they will grow, like legends upon dead conquerors.”
“Ah, desire. Such a poisonous thing.”
“Enough tiny sharp jabs can cut as deeply as any knife.”
“Where are we going?" I asked. "The main road leads to all of the major kingdoms.""Not all of them," said Amar.”
“I used to think fear either numbed or nudged. Now I knew fear did neither. Fear was a key that fit every person's hollow spaces---those things that kept us cold at night and that place where we retreated when no one was looking---and all it could do was unlock what was already there.”
“Father once said the real language of diplomacy was in the space between words.”
“What property is left to dreamers when every idea has been tamed and conquered? What about the poet who dreams of embracing the night sky? It's utterly impossible. And yet the thought of it sparks song and dance, poetry and philosophy.”
“Surviving isn't just about cutting out your heart and burning every feeling into ash. Sometimes it means taking whatever is thrown at you, beautiful or grotesque, poisonous or blissful, and carving out your life with the pieces you're given.”