#vance fesreme.

[heatherly84]

Statements like this make you realize that some of these people have a great respect for the truth -- in fact, too much respect to use it just any old time.

Peg Bracken, I Hate To Cook Book

[heatherly84]

“I am very satisfied,” pronounced Ianthe.

You said drearily, “I look like an imbecile.”

“You look just good enough that I’m proud of my handiwork, but not so good that I’ll be consumed with lust and ravish you over the nut bowl,” she said. “I walked a fine line, and I walked it admirably."

-Tamsyn Muir, Harrow the Ninth

[heatherly84]

Augustine the First was the closest thing you had ever experienced to human plex. On the outside, he was perfectly painted, in a sort of antique Fifth House style: all manners and politesse and over-easy familiarity. Yet there was nothing inside him but an equally easy contempt. It was as though ten thousand years had built up a shell and left a space at the centre. Nothing seemed to touch Augustine. He was effervescent and charming in a way you found a little tedious and flip, especially on those teeth-grinding occasions when God called you all to eat a social meal together. But there was never any real emotion, or reaction, or opinion—his mouth said one thing, and his face could contort itself into any number of silly expressions, but those eyes were devoid of substance.

-Tamsyn Muir, Harrow the Ninth

[heatherly84]

“Good morning, my comrade,” she said. “My colleague, my ally. I do like your eyes, Harrowhark—like flower petals in a darkened room. And even I can admit that your eyelashes are delicious. Stop wearing that pillowcase any time you like—I’ve seen your face before, and I know it looks like both of your parents were right-angled triangles. We must work with what we’ve got, as the flesh magician said to the leper.”

-Tamsyn Muir, Harrow the Ninth

[heatherly84]

This is what I do. I plant stories in ground, watch grow into truth.

Chamberlain, Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance

[heatherly84]

10 Random Questions About Vance

1. I know that his wife is dead, but is his daughter alive?

2. How long has Vance been a traitor and what has he been doing about it prior to now?

3. When did Vance become a promiscuous hedonist and why?

4. Is Vance sexually interested in Zane, Xur, or both?

5. How many languages does he speak and what are they?

6. Could he always sing or is this something the Eye gave him? If the latter, why that?

7. What kind of stuff does Vance buy to cheer himself up?

8. Why did he tell Sora that Zane doesn't love her? What was he hoping to achieve with that?

9. Has Vance ever considered remarrying? Why or why not?

10. Who is Vance's favorite "child" of the other Hands?

[ruled-by-cool]

Carla: I considered showing up to this class in my pajamas, as a visual clue that I could sleep through this class and still get an A. The level of effort rendered in sweatpants. But it sends a better message to dress up to let everyone know that I'm far beyond them in every way. I'm just too good for the room. (Dumbing of Age)

[ruled-by-cool]

These were supposed ot be bribes. /o\ * The slave woke up, and got out of bed. Xur, the Consort of War, woke up, and got out of bed. It was unbelievable. He believed it. Whatever divine thing His Eminence had done when they'd married had worked. He looked upward, at the bunk above him. Where the Hand of War was sleeping. Xur rushed through his morning routine. He'd need to adjust that routine, now that he shared quarters with, somehow, the Hand of War. Hand- husband- still asleep? Good. Xur- he cringed at the name- knelt by the bed, and waited for his new life to begin. * "You realize," Vance said, "That this is thoroughly inconvenient." "Yeah, well, I wanted to marry him and I get to do what I want." "I will try to be worthy of the honor," Xur said. Of course he said the perfect thing while Zane was making a mess of it. And calmly, when Zane wanted to scream. Vance looked at Xur, with cold eyes. "I suggest you succeed." "Yes, Your Eminence." Zane didn't like what that coldness could mean. Sight, the things Vance had done to Audra had just been playing. "Don't worry, my dear Truth," he snarled. "He will." * The slave ran through the corridors, desparate. When he found his father, he'd understand. But the corridors were long, and the slave was small, and lost, and... ...not alone? Something walked beside him. Something dangerous, something protective, something his. The corridors didn't look long anymore. The slave didn't know when he'd stopped running. All he had to do was find his father. How hard could that be? He woke peacefully. Zane was sitting by him, watching him with the eyes of a god. "Better?" "Yes." "M'kay," the god said, then climbed to the top bunk and went back to sleep.