
Owlcrate!!
"The only way it will remember you is if you do something worthy of remembrance."
(The painting is mine. The words are not ?)
I like this book so far, but I'm reading this reluctantly because it's such a bleak, violent world, and I'm like, "It's spring!!! I need happy feels!!!"
The stars, filled with cold light and secrets, held no emotion in their fixed language of fate. Emotion belonged to life, a thing the stars could never experience. I, not the starlight, shaped my decisions.
Rue gave a little mental sigh. No one would ever describe her as deadly attractive. She brightened a bit. Perhaps she could aspire to just deadly?
"The truth," said Amar, taking a step closer to me, "is that you look neither lovely nor demure. You look like edges and thunderstorms. And I would not have you any other way."
We were a song that had been sung from the very first ember of light in the world.