My mind is filled with cataclysm and apocalypse. I wish for earthquakes eruptions flood.
No man is worth more than another wherever he is from.
Perhaps he simply assumed: a bitterness of habit of boy after boy trained for music and medicine and unleashed for murder.
and when he moved it was like watching oil spread across a lake smooth and fluid almost vicious
There is no law that gods must be fair Achilles " Chiron said. "And perhaps it is the greater grief after all to be left on earth when another is gone. Do you think?
He is more worth to you perhaps. But the stranger is someone else's friend and brother. So which life is more important?
She wants you to be a god " I told him. "I know." His face twisted with embarrassment and in spite of itself my heart lightened. It was such a boyish response. And so human. Parents everywhere.
We were like gods at the dawning of the world & our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other.
When he died all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him
You make the rarest canvas love
I feel like I could eat the world raw.
In the darkness two shadows reaching through the hopeless heavy dusk. Their hands meet and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.
The door snicked shut.
and her skin shone luminous and impossibly pale as if it drank light from the moon.
Who was he if not destined for fame?
. . .nothing could eclipse the stain of his dirty mortal mediocrity.
He is a weapon a killer. Do not forget it. You can use a spear as a walking stick but that will not change its nature.
Chiron had said once that nations were the most foolish of mortal inventions. "No man is worth more than another wherever he is from.
Perhaps it is the greatest grief after all to be left on earth when another is gone.
I shift an infinitesimal movement towards him. It is like the leap from a waterfall. I do not know until then what I am going to do.
Wealth and reputation were the things our people had always killed for.
I lay back and tried not to think of the minutes passing. Just yesterday we had a wealth of them. Now each was a drop of heartsblood lost.