Quotes Chapters 11-13

“The Fire is the rarest gift. It is both a blessing and a curse because any gift is a reflection of your atrama, a manifestation of your mental state, and the Fire signifies an inner imbalance. It is evidence that the demon’s blood runs strong in your veins.”
Verne, Chapter Eleven

“But it is apparent to me now that my father’s time is of little importance. Unlike my mother whose time can be measured in terms of the number of soldiers she has armed, the weapons she has commissioned, my father is a daroon, nothing more. His service—running around after the queen, grovelling, soothing—goes unseen and is therefore inconsequential. It disgusts me to see a person so degraded.”
Verne, Chapter Twelve

“Waiting is the hardest thing. Whichever way I let my mind wander it inevitably chooses the path of disaster.”
Verne, Chapter Twelve

“Someone has to take responsibility and responsibility is a burden. Shouldn’t an individual be rewarded for carrying it? As long as their intentions are good. As long as others benefit from their hard work.”
Verne, Chapter Twelve

“People like my sister take great pride in their appearance because they believe it sets them apart. What they fail to realise is that if they treat their bodies like canvases then they invite the world to judge them like pieces of art; their value becomes subjective. And yet despite this observation I envy my sister. And herein lies the dilemma. No woman wants to be ugly.”
Verne, Chapter Twelve.

“But faith is what draws us to the water when we hear of a tsunami,”
Verne, Chapter Twelve

“It is our nature to thumb our nose at terror, to believe good will prevail. And so we must. What other choice do we have?”
The high priestess, Chapter Twelve

“Though he is not vain and takes no pleasure in his appearance he knows a chiliarch is more than just flesh and blood. A chiliarch is bronze buckles, medals and shiny boots.”
Verne, Chapter Thirteen

“I have always seen my father as the runt of the litter, skirting around the heels of the bigger, more aggressive pup, my mother. Not today, though. Today they are almost equal.”
Verne, Chapter Thirteen