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“And it was strange to know myself and be so certain when I'd spent so long not knowing myself- never really being allowed to discover who I was, what I might like or dislike, what I'd want or need. But I knew now. I had known the moment I had asked him to stay. I knew what the consequences could be. I knew what I was, and what was expected of me, and I knew I could no longer be that. It wasn't what I wanted in life. It had never been my choice. But this... this I wanted. Hawke was who I wanted. This was my choice.”

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“It didn't matter if the gods found me unworthy because I was worthy of this- of laughter and excitement, of happiness and anticipation, of safety and acceptance, of pleasure and experience, of everything Hawke made me feel. And he was worthy of whatever consequences came from this because this wasn't just about him. I knew that from the moment I'd asked him to stay. It was about me. What I wanted. My choice.”

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“He kissed me softly, sweetly. 'Don't forget this.' I touched his jaw. 'I don't think I ever could.' 'Promise me,' he said, seeming not to hear me as he lifted his hand. His gaze snagged with mine. 'Promise me you won't forget this, Poppy. That no matter what happens tomorrow, the next day, next week, you won't forget this- forget that this was real.' I couldn't look away. 'I promise. I won't forget.”

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“Damn,' Kieran drew the word out. 'Should we intervene?' Delano asked, sounding concerned. 'No,' Elijah answered with a chuckle. 'This is the best thing I've seen in a while. Who would've thought the Maiden could throw down?' 'This is why you don't mix business with pleasure,' Kieran commented. 'Is that the case?' Elijah whistled. 'My money is on her then.' 'Traitors,' gasped Hawke...”

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“Just like you need to understand that there is no way out of this. You belong to me.' My heart turned over slowly. 'Don't you mean I belong to the Dark One?' 'I meant what I said, Princess.' 'I don't belong to anyone.' 'If you believe that, then you are a fool,' he taunted, pressing his head to mine before I could lash out. 'Or you're lying to yourself. You belonged to the Ascended. You know that. It's one of the things you hated. They kept you in a cage.' I never should've said anything to him. 'At least that cage was more comfortable than this one.' 'True,' he murmured, and a heartbeat passed. 'But you've never been free.' 'True or not.' And it was painfully true. 'That doesn't mean I'll stop fighting you,' I warned. 'I won't submit.' 'I know.' There was an odd tone to his voice, one that sounded like... admiration. But that didn't make sense. 'You're still a monster,' I told him. 'I am, but I wasn't born that way. I was made this way.”

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“Say you could view a time lapse film of our planet: what would you see? Transparent images moving through light, “an infinite storm of beauty.” The beginning is swaddled in mists, blasted by random blinding flashes. Lava pours and cools; seas boil and flood. Clouds materialize and shift; now you can see the earth’s face through only random patches of clarity. The land shudders and splits, like pack ice rent by widening lead. Mountains burst up, jutting, and dull and soften before your eyes, clothed in forests like felt. The ice rolls up, grinding green land under water forever; the ice rolls back. Forests erupt and disappear like fairy rings. The ice rolls up- mountains are mowed into lakes, land rises wet from the sea like a surfacing whale- the ice rolls back. A blue-green streaks the highest ridges, a yellow-green spreads from the south like a wave up a strand. A red dye seems to leak from the north down the ridges and into the valleys, seeping south; a white follows the red, then yellow-green washes north, then red spreads again, then white, over and over, making patterns of color too intricate to follow. Slow the film. You see dust storms, locusts, floods, in dizzying flash-frames. Zero in on a well-watered shore and see smoke from fires drifting. Stone cities rise, spread, and crumble, like paths of alpine blossoms that flourish for a day an inch above the permafrost, that iced earth no root can suck, and wither in a hour. New cities appear, and rivers sift silt onto their rooftops; more cities emerge and spread in lobes like lichen on rock. The great human figures of history, those intricate, spirited tissues whose split second in the light was too brief an exposure to yield any image but the hunched shadowless figures of ghosts. Slow it down more, come closer still. A dot appears, a flesh-flake. It swells like a balloon; it moves, circles, slows, and vanishes. This is your life.”

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