shout it louder, my love.

-Melina Marchetta, Quintana of Charyn

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A house for Tate and Narnie and Jude and Fitz and for their families. A home to back to every day of their lives. Where they would all belong or long to be. A place on the Jellicoe Road.

“I’m kind of interested in calculus and ancient Roman warfare. You don’t use words like kind of interested to describe how I feel about you.”

I remember asking, “What is the difference between a trip and a journey?” and my father said, “Narnie, my love, when we get there, you’ll understand,” and that was the last thing he ever said.

LOOKING FOR ALIBRANDI, dir. Kate Woods (2000)

“If I asked you to stay, would you?” I ask later as we’re standing by his car. “Maybe I would, but I don’t think you’d ask me. But I swear to God that I’ll be on the first plane back if you ever need saving from anything…” I shake my head again. “You go and shake your foundations, Will. I think it’s about time I saved myself.”

Worse still, he doesn’t know how to follow the piper anymore because it’s a path Tom has lost faith in. And the piper knows it. Tom can see it in his father’s eyes now. And the more he stares, the clearer it becomes.

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Saving Francesca, Melina Marchetta

I stand up and walk towards her because my days of waiting for more are over. If I want more, I need to go and get it, demand it, take hold of it with all my might, and do the best I can with it. I put my arm around her and hold her tight and for once there is nothing between us. 

“Oh, you’re one of those,” the princess said. “One of what?” “One of those who needs to be told their worth over and over by others. Do you know who tells me my worth, Phaedra of Alonso?” The princess pointed a hard finger at her own chest. “Me. I determine my own worth. If I had to rely on others I’d have lain down and died waiting.”

The one who reigns must die, At the hands of she born last, And the last will make the first, When the bastard twins are one, And blessed be the newborn King, For Charyn will be barren no more.

If Froi understood anything, it was that in this world one’s worth came from others.

Dark will lead the light and our resurdus will rise. And he will hold two hands of the one he pledged to save. And then the gate will fall, but his pain will never cease. His seed will issue kings, but he will never reign.

You list the dead. You tell the stories of the past. You write about the catastrophes and the massacres. What about the living, Finnikin? Who honors them?