PALAMEDES (As if reciting) “And her body was like the chrysolite, and her face as the appearance of lightning, and her eyes as a burning lamp: and her arms, and all downward even to the feet, like in appearance to glittering brass.”

But you were always too quick to mourn your own ignorance. You never could have guessed that he had seen me.

A fome, Red — saciar uma fome ou alimentá-la, sentir a fome como uma fornalha, traçar suas pontas como dentes —, isso é uma coisa que você, individualmente, sente?

A sua menção de comida — tão doce, tão saborosa — não teve qualquer menção de fome.

Está mais difícil de escrever do que deveria. Também está mais fácil de escrever do que deveria. Estou me contradizendo.

“Have you been eating sand again?” “I haven’t eaten sand in months,” Nona protested, then more truthfully: “Weeks,” and more truthfully than that: “One week.”

O dia seguinte depois de uma vitória do Corinthians!

an artist 's impression of a futuristic city with flying vehicles

ALT: an artist 's impression of a futuristic city with flying vehicles

“This is all there is to love? Simply by being in your life, I have added indelibly to its weight?” Pause. “Yes.” Clack. “Camilla, I mean it.” Pause. “I meant it too. You used to say it to me.” “We are one flesh.” Clack. “I am your end.”

[ the locked tomb, harrowhark ] woe bones be upon ye