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Death has his favorites, like anyone. Those who are beloved of Death will not die.
— Holly Black
Death has his favorites, like anyone. Those who are beloved of Death will not die.
I will guard you from Death, for I have no fear of him.
There’s always something left to lose
This, the language of deception, we both understand. We were born to it, along with the curses.
People are fragile. They die of mistakes, of overdoses, of sickness. But mostly they die of Death.
The truth is messy. It's raw and uncomfortable. You can't blame people for preferring lies.
Telling Sam and Daneca feels like peeling off my own skin to expose everything underneath. It hurts.
