extract from Ex Machina by Patroclus Minh
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“You must know. You’re a machine — they know a thing or five million.”
I know only what I am programmed to do.
It sounds sorry. My mother sounded sorry too, still does. She is sorry for the painful labour she endured just to get me, for the bruises on my cheek, for all the prayers burnt on the back of my tongue. She does not apologise but commands for me to understand her careless cruelty: I do not forgive her. We know only what we are programmed to do.
Some days, I lose faith in God to find her instead. My mother did not make light — she forged me out of it, begging and screaming for salvation. I used to scream so much; even the silence has swallowed that whole.
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this certain dynamic abt millywood that goes beyond wolfwood simply yearning for milly—how he deems her as a mother, a lover, an enemy, a friend, a curse, a salvation—how milly becomes a symbol he can't put into a word, and it scares him and he wants to bury himself in it and beg for forgiveness all the same...
wolfwood knowing he has nothing to be forgiven of (that he's a sinful, sinful man) but THE YEARNING FOR ONE. the thought of how getting close to her feels like it'll melt away his 'impurities' (which is him entirely, he'll be GONE), but still clinging to her as both humanity and a heretic icon of worship......
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Sins of the Mother by Rob J. Hayes - Book Review
Series: The War Eternal by Rob J. Hayes (#4)Genre: Dark FantasyDisclaimer: Received a copy of this a little before release for review.
What a ride! The first three books of Rob J. Hayes’s War Eternal series make for some of my favourite dark fantasy reads. Protagonist Eskara Helsene was many things in those books: hungry for revenge, ambitious beyond measure, furious at a world that made a…
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“But I was human!” said the beetle.
“Yes,” said the angel. “But then you were turned into a beetle, and we believe in keeping things tidy.”
“I have a human soul!”
“A beetle soul, now, actually. Which means you go to the beetle afterlife.”
“You can’t do this to me! How will I ever get to see any of my loved ones again?”
“Maybe they’ll also be turned into beetles. You never know.” They tried to brush the glittering shell soothingly. “Look on the bright side. You were crushed so quickly after you were turned into a beetle that you didn’t have any time to commit any beetle sins. That means you get to go to beetle heaven.”
The beetle turned tiny interested glittering eyes up to the brilliant face. “Is that good?”
“Oh yes,” said the angel. “Beetle heaven is very exclusive.”
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ave atque vale
what I dream they will cry after they discover
a body that smiles like it never had in life,
this twisted broken thing that resembles
a snapped puppet — would anyone remember
that it is me?
ave atque vale
a praise for the beloved fallen
a mourning for the missed
a eulogy for heroes;
I was never any of those —
What will they recite at my funeral?
ave atque vale
lies bared teeth to the world, words
from familiar strangers calling me their comrade;
false mourners — find them at my wake
in the shadow of parents finally granted their wish
ave atque vale
stumble upon me beneath this wasteland
where the despised will rot long before moulding debris:
remember who I once was in these words
stained by tears, marked with invisible scars;
remember the child who tried to keep hoping
and failed
ave atque vale
Hail and Farewell.
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Hello. Could you please make something about Nasiens with Diane and King? Maybe them hugging or something like that.
why yes of course!! Let them have some good good family bonding time, I plead, Nakaba,, 🛐
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Setting aside the obvious massacre of the villagers and the guilt Maria would have felt over that alone, I think it’s brilliant that what probably pushed her over the edge to the point where she actually felt the need to completely bury her past was the violation of a mother and child.
Maria’s life as a hunter was, likely in her mind, dedicated to protecting innocent people, especially those as vulnerable as mothers with their infants.
But to oversee the dissection and brutalization of a god-mother with such an obviously humanoid face and child….to watch the infant itself be ripped from the womb and its umbilical cord severed….yeah, of course she didn’t want anyone to see that. I can’t even blame her for fighting to hide it, because that is just horrendous.
But at the same time, the concept that what forms Maria’s nightmare is a loop where she fights to conceal the truth is fascinating to me. She was only free when her sins were revealed and she could stop fighting to hide them.
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