Saint Fire (Secret Books of Venus Series)
“Men fear the worst, and pray the worst will never be. They live only by forgetting that the worst must sometimes find them, as they fear. And sometimes, so it does.
The Jurneian fleet, lit foremost now by a sinking madder sun. Dipped in blood, like the wreckage of Veneran men washed in one day before them.
Up to the sand-bars and the walls that held off the sea. Up to the silver mirrors of the great lagoons.
Jurneia pressed her carmine tiger face against the looking-glass of Venus and was reflected there.
The pitiless enemy.
The ravenous infidel.
And sometimes, so it does.
Joffri had run away. He had been sobbing, as he did it, with humiliation. But he had done it. Taking his dogs, horses, friends, mistresses, and—an afterthought?—his wife. Now the City that had not so far emulated him, began to.
Barges loaded with baskets, furnishings, people in tears, or wailing, toiled through the waterways.
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