
She did not own herself any longer. Even her flesh could be cut and stitched without her consent or knowledge.
Dawn by Octavia E. Butler
The void is my friend.

She did not own herself any longer. Even her flesh could be cut and stitched without her consent or knowledge.
Dawn by Octavia E. Butler


This, friend, is the way the world always ends, has always ended since we have watched it together: with those who Have choosing demise–always demise–for everything but themselves.
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“A wizard is never late,” I muttered. “He arrives as soon as he’s dealt with his PTSD.”
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