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This Is How You Lose the Time War
(Adventure works in any strand—it calls to those who care more for living than for their lives.)
Amal El-Mohtar, Max Gladstone • This Is How You Lose the Time War
and whenever she can see them, they are beautiful and composed, like a house where no one lives, but which a staff cleans daily.
Amal El-Mohtar, Max Gladstone • This Is How You Lose the Time War
The snow’s gone and everything is warming, as if the sun were knuckling into the earth with both hands and kneading it into release.
Amal El-Mohtar, Max Gladstone • This Is How You Lose the Time War
It’s so easy to crush a planet that you may overlook the value of a whisper to a snowbank.
Amal El-Mohtar, Max Gladstone • This Is How You Lose the Time War
Two great empires broke themselves here, each a reef to the other’s hull.
Amal El-Mohtar, Max Gladstone • This Is How You Lose the Time War
The sun rose. I found no revelation. I’m not Socrates. (I know Socrates, I served with Socrates, and you, senator… But I digress.)
Amal El-Mohtar, Max Gladstone • This Is How You Lose the Time War
It feels harder to write than it should. It feels easier to write than it should, as well.
Amal El-Mohtar, Max Gladstone • This Is How You Lose the Time War
The sun set. The stars rose. (They are a rose, right? Or something? Dante said that.)