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“Some Dead Roses still carry that preeminent fragrance, Some Broken Hearts still carry that preeminent love”

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“It's okay to feel emotions. It's part of life. It's one of the many things that is Ravia's guidance. Everyone goes through strife, through grief, through hard times. It's what we do during the worst that matters.”

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“Jesse once told me that if I focused on a fixed point on the horizon, I would be okay, but Jesse hanged himself in his bedroom last year, so the value of his advice is dubious at best.”

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“Soon you'll forget you loved me, but your love will be a burning memory I fight to keep. In the end, dementia kills us all”

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“I don't know who you are, but I love you.”

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“A few women are crying into accommodating shoulders, but there's something hollow about their performance. It's as though the ball hasn't really ended. They're all still dancing, they've just changed the steps.”

Book:The 7½ Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle

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“I was the same, but I no longer have the time to tiptoe around my ethics. I can end this tonight and I mean to, so don't measure me by how tightly I cling to my goodness, measure me by what I'm willing to sacrifice that you might cling to yours.”

Book:The 7½ Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle

Source: The 7½ Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle

“I need to go to him,” Genya whispered. “One last time.” She had pulled a notebook from her pocket, the pages held open. It took Zoya a moment to understand what it was. She glimpsed a few words in David’s scrawl: Ideas for compliments—hair (color, texture), smile (causes and effects), talents (tailoring, tonics, sense of style—inquire on “style”), teeth? size of feet? “His journal,” Zoya said. Where David had written down all his little reminders for how to make Genya happy.”

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Book:Rule of Wolves

Source: Rule of Wolves

“Do not feed the monsters. Some are wandering thought forms, looking for a place to set up house. Some are sent to you deliberately. They come from arrows of gossip, jealousy or envy--and inadvertently from thoughtlessness. They feed on your attention, and feast on your fear.”

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Book:Conflict Resolution for Holy Beings: Poems

Source: Conflict Resolution for Holy Beings: Poems

“I relied on him to find answers I couldn’t, to blaze a path when I found myself lost. David saw things no one else did. He saw through the world to the mysteries on the other side. I know that he’s gone on to solve those mysteries.” A faint smile touched Nikolai’s lips. “I can see him in some great library, already lost in his work, head bent to some new problem, making the unknown known. When I enter the laboratory, when I wake in the night with a new idea, I will miss him…” His voice broke. “I miss him now. May the Saints receive him on a brighter shore.” “May the Saints receive him,” the crowd murmured. But David hadn’t believed in Saints. He’d believed in the Small Science. He’d believed in a world ordered by facts and logic. What do you believe? Zoya didn’t know. She believed in Ravka, in her king, in the chance that she could be a part of something better than herself. But maybe she didn’t deserve that. All eyes had turned to Genya now. She was David’s wife, his friend, his compatriot. She was expected to speak. Genya stood straighter, lifted her chin. “I loved him,” she said, her body still trembling as if it had been torn apart and hastily stitched back together. “I loved him and he loved me. When I was … when no one could reach me … he saw me. He…” Genya turned her head to Zoya’s shoulder and sobbed. “I loved him and he loved me.” Was there any greater gift than that? Any more unlikely discovery in this world? “I know,” said Zoya. “He loved you more than anything.” The dragon’s eye had opened and Zoya felt that love, the enormity of what Genya had lost. It was too much to endure knowing she could do nothing to erase that pain”

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Book:Rule of Wolves

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