“Now here he was, tailored iron-gray suit, thin maroon tie, a maroon handkerchief peeking out from his breast pocket. His oxblood wing tips gleamed. He looked like a supervillain or, worse, an upper-crust English spy, an openly promiscuous and functionally alcoholic heterosexual with an on-and-off-again messiah complex. It was the shoes, the way they were tied.”
“I love wearing a well tailored suit. Strutting in my sartorial repute.”
“You are a wind, And since I am a tree, How can I calm down?”
“It has to be alchemy. Because chemistry? That’s just science stripped of any magic.”
“A place where soldiers found themselves as rulers, Shakuni thought, can only breed tyrants.”
“Guns are useless against a tyrannical government with tanks and drones.”
“Tyranny come in many forms, whether within or without, the final outcomes are always the same.”