“I still couldn’t banish the image of the Quetzal Flower. In my mind, it merged with that of Priestess Eleuia: everything a man could desire or aspire to, a woman who would suck the marrow from your bones and still… — Aliette de Bodard Copy Share Image
“You leave behind your fine poems. You leave behind your beautiful flowers. And the earth that was only leant to you. You ascend into the Light, O Quechomitl, you leave behind the flowers and the singing and the earth. Safe… — Aliette de Bodard Copy Share Image
“I still couldn’t banish the image of the Quetzal Flower. In my mind, it merged with that of Priestess Eleuia: everything a man could… — Aliette de Bodard Copy Share Image
“you feel like a field of sugar canes after the harvest—burnt out, all cutting edges with no sweetness left inside.” — Aliette de Bodard Copy Share Image
“a man of no religion, who dares use pain as a weapon, tainting it for mundane things” — Aliette de Bodard Copy Share Image
“You leave behind your fine poems. You leave behind your beautiful flowers. And the earth that was only leant to you. You ascend into… — Aliette de Bodard Copy Share Image
