Stormdancer (The Lotus War #1)

A conscience is easier to swallow on an empty belly, simpler to swing with a broken wrist.

A conscience is easier to swallow on an empty belly, simpler to swing with a broken wrist. The people who hate money are the ones who don’t have any. The people who hate power are the ones who are powerless

DO NOT UNDERSTAND YOU MONKEYS.

Dying is easy. Anyone can throw themselves onto the pyre and rest a happy martyr. Enduring the suffering that comes with sacrifice is the real test.

Each of you must decide where you stand. All we ask is that you refuse to kneel. You are the people. You have the power. Open your eyes. Open your minds. Then close the fingers on your hand.

ENOUGH NOISE. STAND ASIDE. I WILL GUT HIM.

FEATHERS GROW BACK.... SISTERS DO NOT.

Harta de ser la débil, la asustada. Harta de ser un peón, de ser una prisionera, de ser una diminuta niña en un mundo tan frío y brutal. Harta de todo.

Hay un lugar y un momento para que todos los finales comiencen. Si no aquí, entonces ¿dónde? Si no ahora, entonces ¿cuándo?

He's probably out there in the hallway right now, composing bad poetry in his head." Michi cleared her throat, her voice taking on a breathless lilt:

"Pale Fox's Daughter,
Her cherry lips haunt my dreams.
Something, something, breasts...

He wants a thunder tiger, Akihito."
"Well, I want a woman who can touch her ears with her ankles, cook a decent meal and keep her opinions to herself. But they don't fucking exist either!

It's easy to lose yourself in the idea of a person and be blinded to their reality.

Just because you're standing in a crowd doesn't mean you belong there.

LOOK AROUND. GAME DEAD, RIVERS BLACK, LAND CHOKED WITH WEED. SKIES BLEEDING, RED AS BLOOD. FOR WHAT?
YOUR KIND ARE BLIND. YOU SEE ONLY THE NOW. NEVER THE WILL BE.
BUT SOON YOU WILL. WHEN ALL IS GONE, WHEN THERE ARE SO MANY MONKEY-CHILDREN THAT YOU MURDER FOR A SCRAP OF LAND, A DROP OF CLEAN WATER, THEN YOU WILL SEE.

Nuestros problemas no son más que efímeras, que crecen y mueren entre el amanecer y el atardecer. Y cuando se hayan ido al reino de la memoria, tú y yo aún estaremos aquí.

Our troubles are but mayflies, rising and falling between the turn of dawn and dusk. And then they are gone to the houses of memory, you and I will remain, Yukiko.

RAIJIN, TAKE ME NOW.

She shot Buruu a withering glance as he rolled over on his back and pawed at the sky.

HAVE MERCY ON ME, FATHER. TAKE MY WINGS. CHAIN ME TO STINKING EARTH. BUT THIS TORTURE I CANNOT ENDURE.

Oh, shut it.

The thunder tiger looked at her like an avalanche looks at a butterfly.

This is how the rain becomes a flood. One drop at a time.

Tiger proudly roars.
Dragon dives and Phoenix soars.
Fox gets the chicken.

To be a servant can be a noble thing, but only as noble as the master served.

Too many to defeat.
But not too many to fight.

Wait," he whispered.

But she didn't.

WHEN IT IS DONE, WE WILL FLY FAR FROM HERE. FAR FROM THIS SCAB AND ITS POISONED SKY.
WE WILL DANCE IN THE STORMS, YOU AND I.

You lied to me."
"I never lied. I just didn't tell you the whole truth."
"You said you were alone."
"I am alone."
"There's hundreds of you. Maybe thousands. You and your 'family' are everywhere."
"Just because you're standing in a crowd doesn't mean you belong there." -Yukiko and Kin

You're hungry.
The beast glared.
STAY OUT OF MY MIND, INSECT.

You walked into this village with a thunder tiger beside you. You have slain demons with your own hands. Are the old myths really that hard to believe?
'They wouldn't be myths otherwise, would they?'
'Then have a care, Yukiko-chan,' Daichi smiled. 'Keeping the company of the last arashitora in Shima sounds like an excellent way to become a myth yourself.

You wear your heart on your sleeve. Guard it more carefully, lest others see it and pluck it out.

Yukiko stared back at him. Slurred words and a soft stare, that stupefied, slack-jawed look slinking over his face and turning his skin to gray. An anesthetic, numbing the pain of well deserved loss.

Yukiko steered the subject away from sex as fast as she could. She was still occasionally woken by nightmares about the day her father had tried to sit her down for "the talk".