Have to watch that. When I’m frustrated, I speak too much truth.
Six billion people working toward a goal together is much more effective than a few dozen scrabbling for themselves.
You understand these moments, I think instinctively. It is our nature. We are born of such pressures, and sometimes, when things are unbearable... sometimes, even we... crack.
Earth’s flaming farts, it worked!
He’s waiting for her to say it out loud and violate the unspoken contract that covers white people who are doing everything short of tossing around the n-word in public.
In fact, EXISTENCE became the universe, and the beings soon became a family, because it was Enefa’s nature to give meaning to anything she touched. I was the first of their many, many children.
It was like life without breathing, or friendship without love; what was the point?
But I forget myself. Who was I, again? Ah, yes.
Why do I even love him anymore? Nassun finds herself thinking as she stares at her father.
Choose how your nature shapes you. Embrace it. Find the strength in it. Or fight yourself and remain forever incomplete.
Alas: in the Stillness, destroying mountains is as easy as an orogene toddler’s temper tantrum. Destroying a people takes only a bit more effort.
I have decided that I am in love, but love is a painful hotspot roil beneath the surface of me in a place where once there was stability, and I do not like it.
I pushed myself away from the wall. “My mother lived truer to the Bright than you ever could!” Dekarta stopped, and for a heartbeat I felt fear, realizing I had gone too far. But he did not turn back. “That is true,” Dekarta said, his voice very soft. “Your mother wouldn’t have shown any mercy at all.
Syenite brings a truly awful novel someone found on the looted freighter, the sort of thing whose first page made her wince and burst into giggles. Then, of course, she kept reading. She loves books that are just for fun.
It is not safe to hate the Arameri. Instead we hate their weapons, because weapons do not care.
Many things have broken him. He holds himself together with spit and endless smiling, but all can see the cracks.
She cannot imagine a world where people who mean well can do any real.
No vote,” you say. It’s so quiet that you can hear water trickling out of the pipes in the communal pool, hundreds of feet below. “Leave. Go join Rennanis if they’ll have you. But if you stay, no part of this comm gets to decide that any other part of this comm is expendable. No voting on who gets to be people.
Crushes: like butterfly wings against the soul.
Would’ve been nice if we could’ve all had normal, of course, but not enough people wanted to share. So now we all burn.