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    She’s seen the arm on that little wench in white, an Augustinian in training, and she knows in two seconds she can make muscle for the bone that lays exposed in gold. But then she hates her, then she hates everyone, then would God see her skill and fear her? No. Never.

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    14 Apr 2025

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    Matthias hight Nonius his Deeds and Accomplishments, posthumous.

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    22 Feb 2025

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    Aiglamene and Crux receive the five hundred ancient dead gifted by the Emperor for the renewal of the Ninth, and also do something that could be construed as mourning.

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    21 Feb 2025

  4. Public Bookmark 36

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    The first volume in the stack of aging technical manuals shoved into the kitchen drawer was called The Joy of Cooking.  You didn’t much see what joy had to do with cooking, but then again, you didn’t much see what joy had to do with Mercymorn, and that hadn’t stopped her yet.
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    Five pieces of culinary advice Harrowhark took to heart, and one she did not.

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    21 Feb 2025

  5. Public Bookmark 32

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    Sometime in the fourth century of the second myriad of the Resurrector—because, really, who kept count anymore? She could barely remember which decade they were in. The third, maybe.

    (Harrow, who kept track of these things, would know that they were in the fifth decade. She would despair of her negligence: Really, Tridentarius, you have half a decent brain and you can’t be bothered to look at a calendar? Ianthe would reply that she needed her brilliant mind for grander, better things; Harry could be the menial timekeeper if she so wished. Harrow would say: It’s the year four hundred fifty-seven. And so it was.)

    Thusly: in the year four hundred fifty-seven of the second myriad of the Kindly Prince—that that King of Kings, the Lord of the River, the Prince of Death!—the Eight Saint surfaced back into her body with a jolt.

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    20 Feb 2025