I think the greatest power is belief, for what is a god without it?
Kisses were not supposed to be like this. Kisses were to be witnessed by stars, not held in the presence of stale death. But as the bones rose around them, Spoiler(cliquez pour révéler)Laila saw fractals of white. They looked like pale constellations, and she thought that, perhaps, for a kiss like this, even hell would put forth stars.
Gluttony was Séverin's favorite father.
He taught him how to eat and how to hunger for things out of reach and how to steal without ever looking like you lack for something. He taught him all his tricks and all he knew until the day he took his nightly fifty-year-old aged tawny port with a dash of rat poison.
Of all his fathers, he thought of Gluttony the most.
"Half of winning, my dear wallet, is simply looking victorious."
"Oh, Zofia," she said. "Don't be sad. Everyone hides."
"When you are who they expect you to be, they never look too closely. If you're furious, let it be fuel," Séverin said, looking each of them in the eye. "Just don't forget that enough power and influence makes anyone impossible to look away from. And then they can't help but see you."
"If you get in the way of a woman's battle, you'll get in the way of her sword."
"She should have been more careful, but that was the problem with happiness. It blinds."
"If I cannot move heaven, I will rise hell."
"I don't want to be their equals.
I don't want them to look us in the eye.
I want them to look away, to blink harshly, like they've stared at the sun itself.
I don't want them standing across from us.
I want them kneeling."
“Make yourself a myth and live within it, so that you belong to no one but yourself.”
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