"It was like BDSM, which is hot, but without consent, which is not hot."
from the Sunbearer Trials by Aiden Thomas
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"It was like BDSM, which is hot, but without consent, which is not hot."
from the Sunbearer Trials by Aiden Thomas
“Well, he’s a dog. They don’t have an idea how the world’s supposed to be, so it doesn’t bother them when it isn’t.” Agnes frowned. “Except herding dogs, I think. They have a pretty clear idea in their heads, so they’re always nipping and worrying and trying to get it to fit. Of course, there’s people like that, too.”
T. Kingfisher (Ursula Vernon), Nettle & Bone
Yet, if Dockson was to be believed, Marsh’s attitudes had changed much since that day three years before. Kelsier still found it hard to believe that his brother had given up leadership of the skaa rebellion. He had always been so passionate about his work.
Wait, so Marsh is the original leader of the rebellion, and Yeden just kinda got the title as a hand-me-down? Is that right? Because that explains so freakin much about Yeden. That poor annoying man.
Yadriel shook his head and picked up the yearbook. Before putting it away, he flipped it open to his picture. His own face looked up at him, smiling in a way that made him look like he was in physical pain. He wore the same black hoodie, his hair carefully styled. He was about to snap it shut when he noticed. Beneath his photo, his deadname had been scribbled out with black marker. Under, written in lopsided letters, it read, YADRIEL.
from Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas
Untouchables were not allowed inside Hindu temples, and black Mormons in America, by way of example, were not allowed inside the temples of the religion they followed and could not become priests until 1978. Enslaved black people were prohibited from learning to read the Bible or any book for that matter, just as Untouchables were prohibited from learning Sanskrit and sacred texts. In churches in the South, black worshippers sat in the galleries or in the back rows, and, when such arrangements were inconvenient to the dominant caste, “the negroes must catch the gospel as it escapes through the windows and doors” from outside. To this day, Sunday morning has been called the most segregated hour in America.
Isabel Wilkerson, Caste
Rashes is a tall man—of course, most of these Terrismen are tall.
... He has never seen Khlennium, yet he curses the city. He does not know me, yet I can already see the anger and hostility in his eyes.
This intro has so much concrete fact in it... I feel like there’s a whole book hidden in the margins of this one. I love it and hate it all at once.
“Marsh?” Yeden said, standing. “Marsh, it is you! He promised you’d be joining the job, but I... well... welcome back!”
Marsh’s face remained impassive. “I’m not certain if I’m ‘back’ or not, Yeden. If you all don’t mind, I’d like to speak privately with my little brother.”
Yeden... how are you a leader of anything?? Read the room, man, c’mon!
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