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1 " Galen punched his brother hard. " You bastard! You married and din't tell me?" Bathymaas moved to blast him. Aricle stopped her. " I'ts alright my lady. That's his normal reaction." " He needs to find another." Bathymaas" How could you have not told me? I'm your brother! Your twin! When did you marry?" Galen" While you were all gone." Aricles" Have you any idea the shit storm you are about to unleash?" Caleb" It's why I backed down from the fighting. I didn't want anyone hurt. Least of all Bathymaas." AriclesMalphas growled. " Now I want to punch you. . . . But I understand." He rubbed his gold necklace that never left him. " The heart wants what it wants, and nothing will deny it. But damn . . ." He turned his glare to Bathymaas. " Damn." " So what does this mean?" Monokles" The gods will attack her for this. Openly. Those who hate her will say that she can no longer perform her duties because she's been corrupted by the thouch of a mortal. And they will be after Aricles with everything they have." Caleb" I still don't trust him. He bowed out when we needed him the most." Phelix" To protect his wife." Haides reminded Phelix. " Right or wrong, I doubt there's a one of us who wouldn't do whatever he had to to keep his woman safe." Haides" he's right, there's nothing I wouldn't do to protect my wife and her honor." MonoklesGalen hugged Bathymaas and then his brother. " I hate you." galen" I hate you too." AriclesBathymaas scowled. " We don't mean it, my lady. Rather, it's our way of saying that we're still mad, but are willing to forgive." Aricles" Mortals are so strange." Bathymaas "
2 " Whatever shred of hope he'd had for a future with her was gone. She still felt something for him, she'd admitted, but she would never trust him. She would always hate him for what he'd done.But he could do this for her. Even if he never saw her again, even if she abandoned her duties as King's Champion and stayed with the Fae in Wendlyn forever-as long as he knew that she was safe, that no one could hurt her... He'd sell his soul again and again for that. "
― Sarah J. Maas , Crown of Midnight (Throne of Glass, #2)
3 " Memories particularly of when they weren’t being what parents are nine-tenths of the time, the taskmasters, the examples, the moral authorities, the nags of pick-that-up and you’re-going-to-be-late, keepers of the diary of her duties and routines, memories, rather, of when they found one another afresh, beyond the tensions between parental mastery and inept childish uncertainty, of those moments of respite in a family’s life when they could reach one another in calm "
― Philip Roth , American Pastoral (The American Trilogy, #1)