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41 " enemy, "
― S.A. Chakraborty , The City of Brass (The Daevabad Trilogy, #1)
42 " It's not as though the Egyptians were the inheritors of a great civilization whose mighty monuments still littered the land. Oh, no. They were peasants, superstitious fools who ate too many beans. "
43 " I’m coming back, Nahri,” he promised. “You’re my Banu Nahida. This is my city.” His expression was defiant. “Nothing will keep me from either of you. "
44 " The new migrants arrived with little more than the clothing on their backs and the traditions of their ancestors, traditions often denounced as perversions by some of the city's more irritated imams. "
45 " It was as though someone had created an image of a person, a man out of clay, but forgotten to give it a final spark of life. He was...unfinished. "
46 " Shut up, Dara.” And then she kissed him again. "
47 " Relax," Dara urged, looking embarrassed. "The lake knows to behave. We're perfectly safe here.""It knows... Do me a favor," Nahri seethed, glaring at the daeva. "Next time we're about to do something like cross a married-cursed lake that shreds people, stop and explain every step. By the Most High... "
48 " The favorite son of the djinn king, and she’d snatched him back from death. There was power in that. "
49 " Alizayd fucking al Qahtani. "
50 " Do you like your men tall, dark, and hostile? "
51 " It was done, it was quick. Ali let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. "
52 " realize how different she was from the people around her, like being the only sighted person in a world of the blind. "
53 " Why are your arrows pointed at him? Target the girl and see how fast the great Scourge surrenders.” The smile vanished from Dara’s face. “Do that, and I will kill every last one of you. "
54 " Oh, God . . .” Nahri’s stomach turned. Yaqub was right; she’d tangled with magic she didn’t understand and now was going to pay for it. “Please . . . just make it quick.” She tried to steady herself. “If you’re going to eat me—” “Eat you?” He made a disgusted sound. “The smell of your blood alone is enough to put me off eating for a month.” He dropped the sword. “You smell dirt born. You’re no illusion. "