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âIt is true. Havenât we always spoken of choice? Well, that was hers. To stay with me, be hurt by me, when she could have married you, been loved by you. She chose me, chose pain. How I laughed as I hurt her! Again and again, and never more than when I finally reached the place of betrayal. âNo!â Ion broke the bonds then, of hand, eyes and voice. But the prince reached and lifted him easily, slammed him onto the ground, then bent till their noses touched. The terrible whisper came again. âIt is over, Ion Tremblac. All love, all loyalty, all truth. There is only death. Ilonaâs, the Infidelâs. Mine. I go to it. I embrace it as I once did my lover. I will die now, if God wills it.â âGod?â Ion hissed. âHe will have nothing to do with you. You, of all men, will burn in hell forever.â âWell.â The green eyes didnât waver. âThen I will await you in the flames.â
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âIt is true. Havenât we always spoken of choice? Well, that was hers. To stay with me, be hurt by me, when she could have married you, been loved by you. She chose me, chose pain. How I laughed as I hurt her! Again and again, and never more than when I finally reached the place of betrayal. âNo!â Ion broke the bonds then, of hand, eyes and voice. But the prince reached and lifted him easily, slammed him onto the ground, then bent till their noses touched. The terrible whisper came again. âIt is over, Ion Tremblac. All love, all loyalty, all truth. There is only death. Ilonaâs, the Infidelâs. Mine. I go to it. I embrace it as I once did my lover. I will die now, if God wills it.â âGod?â Ion hissed. âHe will have nothing to do with you. You, of all men, will burn in hell forever.â âWell.â The green eyes didnât waver. âThen I will await you in the flames.â
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âIt is true. Havenât we always spoken of choice? Well, that was hers. To stay with me, be hurt by me, when she could have married you, been loved by you. She chose me, chose pain. How I laughed as I hurt her! Again and again, and never more than when I finally reached the place of betrayal. âNo!â Ion broke the bonds then, of hand, eyes and voice. But the prince reached and lifted him easily, slammed him onto the ground, then bent till their noses touched. The terrible whisper came again. âIt is over, Ion Tremblac. All love, all loyalty, all truth. There is only death. Ilonaâs, the Infidelâs. Mine. I go to it. I embrace it as I once did my lover. I will die now, if God wills it.â âGod?â Ion hissed. âHe will have nothing to do with you. You, of all men, will burn in hell forever.â âWell.â The green eyes didnât waver. âThen I will await you in the flames.â
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âVlad understands one of the main lessons of statecraft: to unite a people all a prince needs is a warâŠor a wedding. And look hereâŠwe have both! Vlad commanded it,â he said, âbecause he loves you. âOh, Ion.â Her laugh was bitter now. âHe commanded it for his vow, made to God, not to me. God, whom he needs now more than ever. The Voivode of Wallachia would never leave his crusade to marry a commoner were it not for that vow.â She pointed towards the church. âAnd he would still leave them hoping that he would choose one of their daughters, bring one of their families closer to the throne.â.Ion shrugged. Heâd never been able to lie to her and he couldnât begin now. They had tried so hard to keep her out of the chess game each voivode played with the boyars. They had failed. And Ion knew that, even if a miracle happened and Vlad did come to marry her this day, she would never be a queen, ever a pawn.â
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âSculpting the Throne ov Sethâ is a warlike manifesto. to make its message straight and clear: there are no gods but ourselves. there is more land to be conquered. there are more kingdoms to be ruled. need I say more? I guess not⊠itâs pretty much all I am about these days. no compromise and no surrender I say.
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âSculpting the Throne ov Sethâ is a warlike manifesto. to make its message straight and clear: there are no gods but ourselves. there is more land to be conquered. there are more kingdoms to be ruled. need I say more? I guess not⊠itâs pretty much all I am about these days. no compromise and no surrender I say.
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"Sculpting the Throne ov Seth" is a warlike manifesto. to make its message straight and clear: there are no gods but ourselves. there is more land to be conquered. there are more kingdoms to be ruled. need I say more? I guess not... it's pretty much all I am about these days. no compromise and no surrender I say.
âWhere are you taking me, beautiful Angel?â âCome on.â âHow sad is your voice, and somber your talk! Is not Eloa removing your chain? I thought I had saved you.â âNo, it is I who am dragging you off.â âIf we are together, I donât care where it is! Call me then your Sister or your God!â âI carry off my slave, I have my victim.â âYou seemed so good! Oh, what have I done?â âA crime.â âWill you at least be happier, are you content?â âSadder than ever.â âWho are you, then?â âSatan.â
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You, with tenderness, me, with exploding passion. Together we stir.
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"Where are you taking me, beautiful Angel?" "Come on." "How sad is your voice, and somber your talk! Is not Eloa removing your chain? I thought I had saved you." "No, it is I who am dragging you off." "If we are together, I don't care where it is! Call me then your Sister or your God!" "I carry off my slave, I have my victim." "You seemed so good! Oh, what have I done?" "A crime." "Will you at least be happier, are you content?" "Sadder than ever." "Who are you, then?" "Satan."
Had an amazing night at @barnesandnoble at @thegrovela speaking with and meeting so many of you beautiful people. Heading to the airport now to come meet all of you in Phoenix tonight! If you arenât busy, come to @changinghands bookstore tonight and we can hang out! Thank you, to all of you who are so generous with your time and support. I hope you know how much it means to me. ⊠bit.ly/WildlyIntoTheDark (at The Grove)
I was, however, at the Last Supper. Thirteen guys in sourleathered sandals, all with tropical underarms and honking butt-cracks; a tiny room (Leonardoâs way off), poor ventilation, the smoke of badly trimmed lamps, the odd discreet but sulphurous apostolic brap, the tang of burped plonk ⊠You know what I spent the evening doing? I spent it loading Judas with guilt. You miserable bastard. You know youâre doing the wrong thing. Thirty fucking pieces of silver? You cheap sonofabitch. Donât do it, man. Listen to me. Listen to the voice of your conscience! The Enemy has led you astray but itâs not too late to change your mind and save your soul. Listen to the voice of God, Judas Iscariot. This is a mighty hour for you. Youâre on the verge of consigning yourself to Hell for eternity â and for what? Thirty fucking pieces of silver! Donât do it, Judas!
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