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    The Reverend Daughter of the Ninth, Necrosaint, Ascended, the greatest bone adept in an Age, does one push-up, and collapses.
    Harrow does not beg for her cavalier.
    Harrow rakes her hair back and snarls, “Nav, I am going to unzip your cranial sutures. One by one. And zip them up again sideways.”

     

     

    Harrow POV character study

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    11 Jun 2021

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    A few times, when Harrowhark Nonagesimus looked at him with a fury and a contempt that he knew she did not fully understand, yet he himself now understood completely, he found that he was not looking at his adept the Reverend Daughter at all, but at a young, grief-stricken girl who had dragged them all into the mouth of her long, howling scream, her tempest that had sprung up where the absence had been carved out, and didn't even understand what it was that she had lost, what it was she was scrabbling desperately in the dark to find again.

    Mostly, however, he was just irritated. "You never did possess an imagination," he had said.

     

    Scenes from the River.

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    11 Jun 2021

  3. Public Bookmark 10

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    Gideon and Harrow realize, abruptly, that their hatefucking is no longer hatefucking.

    (Originally written for the 2021 Mystery Fic Challenge.)

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    25 May 2021

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    “Your hair’s gotten so long,” she tells him next. One hand reaches towards him so he leans his head to meet it halfway. Fingernails scratch over the skin of his scalp. “Do you not get hot?”

    Jon bites down on his tongue so he doesn’t tell her he doesn’t think it’s the heat that’s the issue with long hair for her. “No,” he says.

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    11 May 2021

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    A particularly unkind feature—to call it one of the worst would be an exaggeration, a dramatique worthy of Cristabel Oct, but it’s somewhere in contention, between “brutally cannibalizing your life partner” and “listening to John’s little me-me references only he gets for eternity”—of Lyctorhood is in their brilliant minds. Their ever-replenishing neurons. Their eternally unstained memories; wherein something might have happened four thousand years ago or yesterday morning.

    All of this to say, when Cytherea tumbles into a meaty set of arms and hears a broad, firm voice say, “—give her some air.” her first thought is, oh, Loveday.

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    30 Apr 2021

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