Deathly winter and bone-dry summer were parted, incongruously as always, by green, erotic spring.
Jessica Amanda Salmonson, Tomoe Gozen
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Wednesday, 30th January
And if a curse were delivered to a foe, it would be so devoutly believed that the cursed individual might curl up and die of painful imaginings; or the cursed one’s family might make ready a grave in advance and grievously encourage the curse to work true
Jessica Amanda Salmonson, Tomoe Gozen
Life which had once been bright like steel, and fearful, was no less fearful, but had become dull and small and leaden. Death, then, had no meaning; and if war was not more cruel, it was at least less holy.
Jessica Amanda Salmonson, Tomoe Gozen
That night, Tomoe stood over the silk-upholstered couch of the dark sorcerer of Ho. Since she placed him amidst the covers, he had not moved. He lay curled fetally, a child as old as time; and evil was, after all, ancient, yet never wholly matured.
Jessica Amanda Salmonson, Tomoe Gozen
Where the suicidal fellows came from and went to, she could not surmise. She never saw them except when they came to offer themselves to death (and death angered more than frightened them, for in the ghostly city, death was more profound than final).
Jessica Amanda Salmonson, Tomoe Gozen