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Tahereh Mafi
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January 30 - January 31, 2024
“There is very little honor left in me, Melancholy King. Certainly not enough to die when I deserve it.”
“The sky, too, is soft,” she said. “Yet all who fall into its arms will perish.”
Oh, she had never feared death. No, it was life that scared her, life that scarred her.
“The prince fought valiantly, but he was badly burned. We all thought he was dead until he screamed at us to go home.”
He was laughing when he lifted her off her feet, laughing when, without warning, he tossed her off the cliff.
“You and I are both captive here,” Sarra said softly. “I only play my role differently than you.”
“One day,” the woman said softly, “Cyrus was my son. The next day he was not.”
Was it possible, he wondered, to love and detest a parent simultaneously?
“You really would, wouldn’t you? You faithless rotter.”
“If you think I will tell you anything about her,” Hazan said darkly, “you are quite deluded. Now either kill me or fuck off.”
I always suspected you were holding back; I never realized how much.” “And are you horrified,” he said, “to discover the truth?” “No. I think I prefer the real Hazan.”
What was uncomplicated happiness? She dearly wished to know.
He was infuriatingly beautiful, and she nearly threw her teacup at him.
“Forgive me,” said Cyrus quietly, “but do you intend to make it a habit of wearing transparent garments in my presence? Do tell me now, I beg you, so that I might blind myself in anticipation.”
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“God, you’re so beautiful,” he said, his smile vanishing. “Even when you lie to me.”
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She knew not why he’d say such a thing to her, nor why his words had made any impact, and she didn’t want to think on it. She knew only that Cyrus’s eyes had darkened with an emotion she was afraid to name; and she had no idea what he was going to say next. She was realizing she never did.
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“Heavens, you sound almost hungry.”
“For the love of God, Hazan,” he said with a sigh. “Do cease being useless to me.” “I promise to consider it.”
“I hate you,” he whispered. Alizeh blinked, her heart pounding too hard in her chest. “I know.” He leaned in then, his throat working, his gaze fixed entirely on her mouth. “I hate everything about you. Your eyes. Your lips. Your smile.” His words grazed her skin when he said, softly, “I find your presence insufferable.”
“I’m not sorry I made a deal with your mother to murder you.” His lips twitched, his eyes flashing. “I’m not sorry I threw you off a cliff.”
“Don’t be afraid of me, angel. I won’t hurt you. I’ll never hurt you.”
Kamran, like many people, was not insensible to a certain energy; he could feel a person’s desire. He could also feel their loathing.
She’d simply stood tall, and his world had collapsed.
“You kicked me,” he said angrily. “You cut me,” she countered.
“What— What did you dream about me?” He only looked away, said nothing. “Are you not allowed to tell me?” Cyrus laughed a bleak laugh. “Oh, no, this story I’m free to share. I just don’t want to.” “Why not?” “Alizeh,” he whispered, still refusing to meet her gaze. “Spare me a bit of mercy. Don’t make me say these things out loud.”
