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Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?

chapter twenty-five: but one thing more—a last request—grant it, please

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“What did you think of?” He asks in her ear. “You,” She admits. “London.” She seldom thought of little else.

chapter twenty-four: lightning in the collied night

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“This is yours.” He kisses her knuckles and her palm. “Crowned head of House Black.”

chapter twenty-two: hand in unlovable hand

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They turn towards him like he is the moon in the night sky.

chapter twenty-three: the knights of walpurgis

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Their final days together are summer. A last summer.

chapter eighteen: a time frozen in amber

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"Kassandra: All this way you have led me. To destroy me again?"

chapter twenty-one: the lunatic, the lover and the poet

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Like the curse of a prophecy, like Oedipus. A tragedy. An ouroboros mark. The snake's tail always bound to eat itself.

chapter twenty: i am made of memories

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All this anger and what purpose has it served? The grudge she has held onto, every righteous reason and her stone-cold judgment fade beneath the shrieking storm that is memory and love.

chapter sixteen: what fools these mortals be