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this was amazing. just amazing. i really loved how the plot turned out. this book discusses what life would be like if we could all be immortal. it discusses human nature. it’s not perfect, it has its faults. it was a bit too slow at times and i just didn’t believe everything the way the author sold the characters, but it turned out to be great, and every single scene had its purpose. rowan has become such a lovable main character.
i’m excited to read the next one!
quotes <3
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Humanity is innocent; humanity is guilty, and both states are undeniably true.
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“His parents aren’t here,” Rowan said. “He should have someone with him.”
“Are you family?”
“Does it matter?”
Then Kohl raised his head. “Please don’t make Ronald go,” he pleaded.
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Death makes the whole world kin.
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“Are you always this boring?” she asked.
“Didn’t he say we have to live as he lives? I don’t think cookie dough ice cream is a part of his lifestyle.”
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“It’s not personal,” the boy said again. “I’m sorry.”
“One apology is enough,” the scythe told the boy. “Especially when it’s genuine.”
Bradford guffawed, even though he knew this was real. He just somehow found this funny. His knees weak, he settled onto the sofa and his laughter resolved into misery. How was this fair? How was any of this fair?
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We are not the same beings we once were.
So then, if we are no longer human, what are we?
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“Actually,” Xenocrates said, “it makes perfect sense.” He took an excruciatingly long sip of tea before he spoke again. “Traditionally, when a mentor scythe self-gleans, anyone bound to an apprenticeship is unbound.”
Citra gasped, realizing the implication.
“He did it,” said Xenocrates, “to spare one of you from having to glean the other.”
“Which means,” said Rowan, “that this is your fault.” And then he added with a little bit of derision, “Your Excellency.”
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Without the threat of suffering, we can’t experience true joy. The best we get is pleasantness.
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She countered by forcing him to roll over and pin her. He tried to release her, but she held his arms in place so he couldn’t.
“What’s the matter, Rowan?” she whispered. “Don’t know what to do when you’re on top of a girl?”
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Outside the rain finally began to fall, surging in fits and starts. “I love the way it rains here,” he told her. “It reminds me that some forces of nature can never be entirely subdued. They are eternal, which is a far better thing to be than immortal.”
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“I gleaned him . . . I gleaned them all. . . .”
Then he opened his bloody hand, revealing that he held the boy’s little tuning fork. It tumbled to the ground with a tiny atonal clank.
“What are we, Rowan? What the hell are we? It can’t be what we’re supposed to be.”
i’m excited to read the next one!
quotes <3
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Humanity is innocent; humanity is guilty, and both states are undeniably true.
-
“His parents aren’t here,” Rowan said. “He should have someone with him.”
“Are you family?”
“Does it matter?”
Then Kohl raised his head. “Please don’t make Ronald go,” he pleaded.
-
Death makes the whole world kin.
-
“Are you always this boring?” she asked.
“Didn’t he say we have to live as he lives? I don’t think cookie dough ice cream is a part of his lifestyle.”
-
“It’s not personal,” the boy said again. “I’m sorry.”
“One apology is enough,” the scythe told the boy. “Especially when it’s genuine.”
Bradford guffawed, even though he knew this was real. He just somehow found this funny. His knees weak, he settled onto the sofa and his laughter resolved into misery. How was this fair? How was any of this fair?
-
We are not the same beings we once were.
So then, if we are no longer human, what are we?
-
“Actually,” Xenocrates said, “it makes perfect sense.” He took an excruciatingly long sip of tea before he spoke again. “Traditionally, when a mentor scythe self-gleans, anyone bound to an apprenticeship is unbound.”
Citra gasped, realizing the implication.
“He did it,” said Xenocrates, “to spare one of you from having to glean the other.”
“Which means,” said Rowan, “that this is your fault.” And then he added with a little bit of derision, “Your Excellency.”
-
Without the threat of suffering, we can’t experience true joy. The best we get is pleasantness.
-
She countered by forcing him to roll over and pin her. He tried to release her, but she held his arms in place so he couldn’t.
“What’s the matter, Rowan?” she whispered. “Don’t know what to do when you’re on top of a girl?”
-
Outside the rain finally began to fall, surging in fits and starts. “I love the way it rains here,” he told her. “It reminds me that some forces of nature can never be entirely subdued. They are eternal, which is a far better thing to be than immortal.”
-
“I gleaned him . . . I gleaned them all. . . .”
Then he opened his bloody hand, revealing that he held the boy’s little tuning fork. It tumbled to the ground with a tiny atonal clank.
“What are we, Rowan? What the hell are we? It can’t be what we’re supposed to be.”