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" I rose to standing, like Lars upon the barbican, the dark city spread at my feet. Lights twinkled in tavern windows, bobbed at the Wolfstoot Bridge construction. Once I had been suspended over this vast space, hanging and helpless, at a dragon’s mercy. Once I had feared that telling the truth would be like falling, that love would be like hitting the ground, but here I was, my feet firmly planted, standing on my own. We were all monsters and bastards, and we were all beautiful. "
― Rachel Hartman , Seraphina (Seraphina, #1)
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" His eyes fluttered shut, and he was quiet so long I thought he had fallen asleep, but then he said, in a voice so soft I could barely hear: "Love is not a disease. I'm not completely certain she was right, but I cannot let them cut you out of me, nor her either. I will cling to my sickness... if it is a sickness... I will hold it close to me like the... the sun... and the..."
He faded away again, this time for good.
The sky outside was blue, cold, and very far away; the sun to bright to look at, let alone hold close to me. "But I will try, uncle," I murmured, "though it burns me. I will keep it close. "
― Rachel Hartman , Seraphina (Seraphina, #1)