Something unfathomable moved behind his eyes. He sighed deeply.
'Do you ever, even once,' he asked, 'consider the price of caring about you?
In the aftermath, we lay side by side, struggling for breath. I reached out, brushing my fingers lightly down his arm. Cesare seized my hand and pressed it to his lips. We remained like that as slowly the world righted itself.
Sara PooleTruly, Francesca, if all women were like you, I would become a Turk solely for the purpose of assembling a harem.
Sara PooleChrist's breath, how do you even have the wit to live?
Sara Poole... I opened the door to a knock and found a ashen-faced messenger quailing at the prospect of facing an undead witch who was, as I shortly learned, the talk of Rome.
The poor man thrust a package into my arms, declined any payment, and fled with such alacrity that I waited to make sure did not fall headfirst down the steps before stepping back inside my apartment.
.... I am in no position to judge you or anything you do.'
'Yet you think I could be judged were you not so magnanimous as to forgo the exercise?
We are all of us balanced on Fortuna's wheel, clinging as best we can lest we tumble needlessly into Fata's dark maw. Yet we can, if we dare, let go and in that golden moment find the strength of our wings unfurling.
Sara PooleHow is it possible for people to have so much power yet be so stupid?
Sara PooleSometimes it is in the empty, blank places that we find truth staring back at us.
Sara PooleWe all make choices, Francesca. You are no different from anyone else in that regard. If you truly think otherwise, you are deluding yourself.
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