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467 pages, Hardcover
First published April 4, 2017
It is important, when killing a nun, to ensure that you bring an army of sufficient size. For Sister Thorn of the Sweet Mercy Convent, Lano Tacsis brought two hundred men.Man, what a hook.
Thorn stood without motion, for only when you are truly still can you be the centre. She stood without sound, for only silent can you listen. She stood without fear, for only the fearless can understand their peril.I really can't emphasize how much I love Lawrence's writing. It is intricate, dramatic, intensely lyrical. It makes combat and death seem like art of the highest order. If I haven't made it amply clear yet, I highly recommend this book.
Thorn waited. Fearless as flowers, bright, fragile, open to the sky. Brave, as only those who’ve already lost can be.
“It is important, when killing a nun, to ensure that you bring an army of sufficient size. For Sister Thorn of the Sweet Mercy convent Lano Tacsis brought two hundred men.”
‘I was born for killing –the gods made me to ruin.’
‘Those that burn short burn bright. The shortest lives can cast the longest shadows.’
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"Your death has not been waiting for your arrival at the appointed hour: it has, for all the years of your life, been racing towards you with the fierce velocity of time’s arrow. It cannot be evaded, it cannot be bargained with, deflected or placated. All that is given to you is the choice: meet it with open eyes and peace in your heart, go gentle to your reward. Or burn bright, take up arms, and fight the bitch."
“I have been too young to know, and I have been too old to care. It’s in that oh so narrow slice between that memories are made.”
“A book is as dangerous as any journey you might take. The person who closes the back cover may not be the same one that opened the front one. Treat them with respect.”
It is important, when killing a nun, to ensure that you bring an army of sufficient size. For Sister Thorn of the Sweet Mercy Convent, Lano Tacsis brought two hundred men.
It is important, when killing a nun, to ensure that you bring an army of sufficient size. For Sister Thorn of Sweet Mercy Convent Lano Tacsis brought two hundred men
No child truly believes they will be hanged. Even on the gallows platform with the rope scratching at their wrists and the shadow of the noose upon their face they know that someone will step forward, a mother, a father returned from some long absence, a king dispensing justice . . . someone. Few children have lived long enough to understand the world into which they were born. Perhaps a few adults have either, but they at least have learned some bitter lessons.
"More importantly you will learn about pain, fear, rage, and control. You will learn how to balance the first three to achieve the fourth. and you will carry those lessons into Grey Class where I will put weapons in your hands and teach you what it is to be a Red Sister. In Grey Class I will teach you how to make the fuckers bleed.
“A book is as dangerous as any journey you might take. The person who closes the back cover may not be the same one that opened the front one.”
“What good is holy if it watches my friend die –not because she did something wrong but because her blood wasn’t good enough?”
“That’s my secret and my shame. I’m Nona Grey, war is in my veins, and the screams of my enemies are music to me.”
“The hardest lesson I ever learned was that every bad thing you see a friend do to someone else they will someday do to you.”
“Truth is an ax. Without judgment it’s swung in great circles, wounding everybody”
“A juggler once came to my village. He was my first friend.”
“It says that the Ark will open when the four tribes demand it with one voice.”
“Your death has not been waiting for your arrival at the appointed hour: it has, for all the years of your life, been racing towards you with the fierce velocity of time’s arrow. It cannot be evaded, it cannot be bargained with, deflected or placated.”
“There is, in the act of destruction, a beauty which we try to deny, and a joy which we cannot. Children build to knock down, and though we may grow around it, that need runs in us, deeper than our blood.”
It is important, when killing a nun, to ensure that you bring an army of sufficient size.
No child truly believes they will be hanged.
[Nona] had vowed that she would never let a friend down, that she would do anything, anything at all, to protect them. A vow more sacred to her than the Ancestor, more holy than the church from tallest spire to lowest crypt.
"I want to know-"
"People always want to know things... until they hear them, and then it's too late."
"The person who closes the back cover may not be the same one that opened the front one. Treat books with respect."
"I can just... read them?" Nona asked.
"Any time you want. Just make sure to put them back when you leave. And don't damage them. They're my babies. My old leathery babies. And I have a very unpleasant poison from Sister Apple for anyone who so much as folds a page."
”Someone let that damned cat in here! He’s peed on my underskirts! Sister Rule should drown the thing!”
“Malkin’s nice,” Jula said, not looking up. “Just a bit old and confused.”
“Needs drowning!”
“The only male in the convent and he spends his time pissing on everything.” Clera from her bed.
“There’s the roosters too.” Jula still not looking up.
“Who spend their time crowing and strutting about,” Clera said.
“And the pigs.”
“Who eat and shit,” Clera said. “I rest my case.”
There is in every delicate thing, no matter how precious, nor how beautiful, a challenge. Break me.
"It is important, when killing a nun, to ensure that you bring an army of sufficient size."
"Or burn bright, take up arms, and fight the bitch.”
"Truth is a weapon and lies are a necessary shield.”
“Every star, turning in the black depth of heaven, burns for no better reason than that humanity raised its face to look. Every great deed needs to be witnessed. Go out there and do something great.”
Nona thought of Raymel Tacsis lying in his father’s halls surrounded by Academy men sweating to keep him from death. Saida was dead - Nona had seen her feet poking beneath the seat in the prison yard, their wrappings still stained with Raymel’s blood. She had no pity for him.
“I hope he comes back full of devils and they eat his heart.”