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THE RIVER THROUGH ROME, nicholas nicastro. While she gently daubed his brow, and sponged his limbs, and directed his feeble stream into the bedpan, she was also thinking that, with just the most minor oversight on her part—the slightest tinge of green overlooked, a neglected spurt of fresh bleeding—she could start a sequence of events that would end his life. Such dark and inappropriate thoughts, and yet so empowering! It made her blush, the erotic charge that attended her perversity. Sometimes, she would give him gentle kisses just to expiate acts she contemplated, but never performed.

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THE RIVER THROUGH ROME, nicholas nicastro. And Nonius was thinking something very similar just then: that if the place had not existed, he would have made it just for her, for her pleasure. Just then, opinions about design, city planning, urban development and fit materials were the farthest things from his mind. The only architecture that mattered then was the architecture of her face. The only design worth studying was the elegance of her neck, slender and delicately curving, with its flutes running down to the cleft of her sternum. He imagined an architrave resting lightly on the red pile of her hair, her counterpoised bearing of the weight, one leg so slightly bent, a coppery caryatid. Her habitation of a space made it a sanctuary.

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THE RIVER THROUGH ROME, nicholas nicastro. He and Amaris paused there for a few moments. Regardless of partisan leanings, the solemnity of the spot—the very air of momentousness that adhered to it— had a sobering effect. Though Nonius was never much enamored of Caesar, he was undeniably exceptional in his time. It was as if Rome not only honored a dead man there, but the death of its capacity to produce men of significance at all.

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THE RIVER THROUGH ROME, nicholas nicastro What was the nature of her hold on him? In the manner of calculating the volume of water leaking from a conduit of given width, he considered the question. Was it the quality of their sex? Though it was indeed good, the magnitude of its goodness wasn’t much beyond anything he had experienced before. For pure incandescence, there had been prostitutes more skilled, more grateful for his patronage, who had pleased him more thoroughly. With her, something always seemed to be held back, as if she was reserving some corner of herself for someone else. Who was it? When he inquired, even indirectly, a sheen gathered in her eyes, testament to her lovely wretchedness, that commanded his empathy. A perfect facade over precarious structure. Naked in his arms, she presented herself for repairs.

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THE RIVER THROUGH ROME, nicholas nicastro Later that evening, Nonius was at home, sitting in the atrium with his book open on his desk. He was not reading, but staring at the open sky through the roof. There were a few stars visible, but not many; as Rome had grown, perpetual haze from hearths and torches and lamps had dimmed the night sky. He perceived the difference even since he was a boy. Once the Milky Way, brilliant and cold, had engirdled the sky. Now it was just an enfeebled smudge. He reasoned that generations to come would never see it for what it was, the abandoned path of the Sun in ancient times. How men’s thoughts are limited by what they can see, he mused. What other truths are hidden now, because the world was changing, and decay lowering its veil across the world?

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THE RIVER THROUGH ROME, nicholas nicastro Midriff liquified, in pain, he half-rolled away as he grasped his groin. But she wasn’t done with him. This was the city of Rome, after all—caput mundi. The trappings of power were everywhere. On the buildings were the symbols of conquest, and in the temples the statues of triumphant gods, and on the walls the edicts of men who ruled. They were also in the shape of the neighborhoods, and how water flowed here but not there, and the way the litter-bearers pushed certain pedestrians aside but not others. Power was in the walls and between them, in the very air. So why not on the body of beneath her, this mere boy, Pratus?

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DETRANSITION, BABY, torrey peters Many people think a trans woman's deepest desire is to live in her true gender, but actually it is to always stand in good lighting.

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DETRANSITION, BABY, torrey peters However, Thalia adds, the whole premise of the question ought to be rejected, because there is no such thing as a pure masc top - everyone will eventually want something in their butt, because that is the nature of having a butt - when the moment comes that things get equitable in bed, so should they be in domestic labor.

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DETRANSITION, BABY, torrey peters Ames, his fingers tight on a balled up napkin, has prepared himself for an entirely different statement. He needs a moment to key into the present, a moment to sort the various implications through which to refract the man's meaning. What Ames would have given, for years, to have heard a straight cis middle-class man compare a trans woman to his own wife, much less in order to defend the trans woman. Now, much too late, one such man has appeared just in time to hurt another woman Ames cares about. This man meets Ames' eye in a man-to-man acknowledgement: The women we love are sacred and we will defend them. Across the table, Katrina shifts in her chair, and Ames catches a waver to her face. A part of her must understand that moment between men excludes her, will always exclude her - but, worse, a part of her must also see that in that moment, she is not the woman whom Ames, or anyone else, has positioned as eligible for protective love.

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DETRANSITION, BABY torrey peters She avoids Ame's eye contact, and when he manages to catch hers, the brown of her eyes shines back deep and glassy rather than with the customary shrewdness he expects from her glance.

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'Man is an angry, savage being. Sometimes faith becomes an excuse for battle. It is no real faith then. In justifying their positions in the name of God, men silence God.' 'But have the comfortable belief that, having read the Bible and prayed, they cannot be wrong.' 'I fear so.' DARK FIRE cj sansom

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'Suffering does not ennoble people,' I said. 'They turn and bite, and so perhaps they should. Do not become guilty, Elizabeth, for that is only another form of martyrdom.' She looks at me and I smiled sadly. 'It does no good.' DARK FIRE cj sansom

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'How easy it is to make victims of people,' I said quietly. "How humanity is addicted to that sin. I made a victim of Skelly, Elizabeth's family made a far worse victim of her. Reformers have made victims of papists, and now the reformers are being victimized in their turn. Will it ever end?' I stared north, toward Smithfield, where the fires would be lit now. The smoke would be visible from Chancery Lane; it takes much fuel to burn a living man to ashes. How they would suffer. DARK FIRE cj sansom

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DARK FIRE cj sansom I reached out and took her hand. It was as light and thin as a bird's foot. 'I am sorry.' 'What do our lives matter?' she asked bitterly. 'What are any of us but pawns in the schemes of the great?' She shook her head in despair, then coughed again and closed her eyes. Guy stepped forward and took her other hand gently.

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DARK FIRE sj sansom 'I have always feared it,' I said. 'When I was first in London as a student it was fashionable to support reform in the Church. Even Thomas More supported it. But then forbidden Lutheran books started to appear and when More was made chancellor the burnings started in earnest. He was a great believer in burning as a purge for sin and to create fear. And it did. The time came when there were few who hadn't been to a burning, if only because it might be noticed if they didn't go.'

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DARK FIRE cj sansom Lady Honor turned to one of her ladies, who was trailing a hand in the water. 'Mind out, Lettice, there's a great turd there.' The girl pulled out her hand with a squeal. Lady Honor shook her head slightly at such foolishness. For all she had said she would like to be free of servants, it struck me that to be attended everywhere, all your life, by retainers and servants, must make one feel a sort of earthly divinity. No wonder she had such family pride.

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