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1 " I've discovered that a death sentence can be somewhat liberating for someone who's spent their life curtsying. "
― Sebastien de Castell , Queenslayer (Spellslinger, #5)
2 " Stop!’ I said, holding a handful of powder in my right hand. ‘One more step and you’ll face the insidious death magic of Kellen Argos, arch-lord of the seventh order of shadow, master mage of the Jan’Tep!’ Reichis looked up at me, disgusted. ‘You really can’t stop yourself, can you? "
3 " I had to make myself say it now. Everything after this moment would be driven by cowardice and self-interest. Speaking the truth might be the only real act of freedom left to me. "
4 " Apparently sometime last night he up and decided to throw himself from the seventh floor. Well, first he took the trouble to stick a knife in his own back, which seems excessive to me. "
5 " Of course he knows what you’re saying,’ Reichis chittered in reply, then added, ‘Idjit.’ The squirrel cat meant to say ‘idiot’, but we’d been travelling the borderlands for a few months, and he’d taken to talking like a gap-toothed sheep herder. "
6 " Carath moron!’ I shouted at the top of my lungs, aiming my fingers at Arc’aeon as if I’d really been casting the spell. The ‘moron’ part wasn’t necessary, but when you’re an outlaw with a price on your head, you take your fun wherever you can. "
7 " The queen let go of his ear and then bent her head down and whispered something to him.Reichis’s ears went flat against his head even as his fur suddenly changed to a pale yellow. He looked like he’d been hit by a thunderbolt. ‘Kellen!’ he chittered frantically.‘What’s wrong?’ His eyes found mine. I’d never seen him look so shocked. ‘This bitch speaks squirrel cat! "
8 " Reichis glanced up at me, fuzzy muzzle contorted into an expression that I assume was meant to convey disgust at my troubled ruminations. ‘Why don’t you use your –’ he tapped a paw against the twisting markings around his left eye – ‘enig … um … eniggy … enigmarismitipitopystupidism?’ ‘I think you mean “enigmatism”.’ One corner of his lip curled up into a snarl. ‘That’s what I said. "
9 " For a long time I heard her in the hallway. Sometimes she wept, or became angry and pounded on the door. Mostly she just repeated my name, over and over. I stood there through it all, forcing myself to feel a tiny fraction of the suffering I was causing her, as if it made any difference to the world. It was only later, after I finally heard her leave, that the last piece of what had once been my heart broke in half and I started sobbing like a child, because it turns out that even a man with nothing but black in his soul can feel pain. "
10 " Kellen, maybe there is something inside you that you can’t change. Perhaps the more than that. Maybe evil is only evil when it’s what we can’t change combined with what we choose not to.’Maybe it’s what we can’t change combined with what we choose not to. I thought about the things I’d done in my life. I thought about Reichis and how many times he’d kept me from running. I was a coward, but his courage had sometimes been enough to make me stand and fight. I was weak and foolish, but Ferius’s wisdom had sometimes been enough to make me clever. I was a liar by instinct, but Nephenia’s fearless honesty had taught me to be truthful, sometimes even to myself. Maybe that’s how it was with the queen. I was broken inside, but what if I didn’t need to be good? What if I could just … do good? Could I still be a coward and do the brave thing? Could I still be evil and do the right thing? Wouldn’t that be one hell of a spell? "
11 " Kellen, maybe there is something inside you that you can’t change. Perhaps the shadowblack truly is evil. But maybe it takes more than that. Maybe evil is only evil when it’s what we can’t change combined with what we choose not to.’Maybe it’s what we can’t change combined with what we choose not to. I thought about the things I’d done in my life. I thought about Reichis and how many times he’d kept me from running. I was a coward, but his courage had sometimes been enough to make me stand and fight. I was weak and foolish, but Ferius’s wisdom had sometimes been enough to make me clever. I was a liar by instinct, but Nephenia’s fearless honesty had taught me to be truthful, sometimes even to myself. Maybe that’s how it was with the queen. I was broken inside, but what if I didn’t need to be good? What if I could just … do good? Could I still be a coward and do the brave thing? Could I still be evil and do the right thing? Wouldn’t that be one hell of a spell? "