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" I understood him then, as tendrils of the violet-red miasma that surrounded him reached out hungrily toward me. He was not interested in my body, as I’d already realized; for Brother Orphelin, celibacy was not a difficult discipline. His lust was for secrets, for shame and guilt, for petty darknesses. More and worse, he was a sophisticate: his pleasure was not in the secret itself, but in the power it gave him over me, in his knowledge of what it did to me to know that he knew. "
― Sarah Monette , Mélusine (Doctrine of Labyrinths, #1)