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“Complicity is not just about sharing moments of success, but also about acknowledging mistakes together and learning from them.”

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“Alia turns back to us, beleaguered. Her steps are slow and measured as she comes before us. "Which would you fear more, Virginia au Augustus, a god? Or a mortal with the power of a god?" The question hangs between them, creating a rift words cannot mend. "A god cannot die. So a god has no fear. But mortal men..." She clucks her tongue behind her stained teeth. "How frightened they are that the darkness will come. How horribly they will fight to stay in the light." Her corrupt voice chills my blood. She knows.”

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“Watoto wadogo wanakufa. Watu wazima wasiokuwa na hatia wanakufa vitani na katika majanga mengine ya asili. Kwa nini? Watoto wadogo wanaokufa walikuja duniani kufanya nini? Kwa nini watu wasiokuwa na hatia wanakufa ilhali Mungu yupo na asiwaepushe na matatizo ya dunia hii? Kama aliweza kuzuia binadamu wasiishi majini kwa sababu watakufa kwa nini asizuie matatizo yasiwapate watoto na watu wazima wasiokuwa na hatia? Sisi ni wadogo sana na Mungu ni mkubwa mno. Jibu hatutaweza kulielewa pamoja na kwamba tumepewa. Hata hivyo, Mungu hababaishwi na mwili. Anababaishwa na roho.”

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“The pink, grey, yellow pillars of what had once been the aristocratic quarter were eroded like rocks; an ancient coat of arts, smudged and featureless, was set over the doorway of a shabby hotel, and the shutters of a night-club were varnished in bright crude colours to protect them from the wet and salt of the sea. In the west the steel skyscrapers of the new town rose higher than lighthouses into the clear February sky. It was a city to visit, not a city to live in, but it was the city where Wormold had first fallen in love and he was held to it as though to a scene of a disaster. Time gives poetry to a battlefield, and perhaps Milly resembled a little flower on an old rampart where an attack had been repulsed with heavy loss many years ago.”

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