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“Ashtadukht slumped and let the nightingale’s song flood her brain. She knew that empty tone, that defeated outlook; she knew it intimately. Even now, it burned in her as limply as a snuffed flame. Passion burned with unchecked verve, devoured its fuel, and sputtered out. Despair required no upkeep; it heaped barely-glowing coals in the back of your mind and fuelled itself.” — Darrell Drake
Ashtadukht slumped and let the
nightingale’s song flood her brain. She knew that empty tone, that defeated
outlook; she knew it intimately. Even now, it burned in her as limply as a
snuffed flame. Passion burned with unchecked verve, devoured its fuel, and
sputtered out. Despair required no upkeep; it heaped barely-glowing coals in
the back of your mind and fuelled itself.