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wolf-by-wolf · 2 years
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Once upon a different time, there was a boy who raced through a kingdom of death. He wore a brown jacket where all others were black, and it was said that his face could snare the hearts of ten thousand German maidens at first sight. His own heart? Hidden behind layers of leather and sneer and steel. Untouchable.
Until it wasn't.
—Ryan Graudin, Iron to Iron
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wolf-by-wolf · 3 years
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the dragon republic // the drowning faith // the burning god
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wolf-by-wolf · 3 years
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Princess Monoke X the Poppy War AU… no thoughts, head empty
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THE POPPY WAR by rebecca f. kuang
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@dailyaoc​ event 02: high and historical fantasy  —  the poppy war
war doesn’t determine who’s right. war determines who remains.
insp. by @darkduet
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war doesn’t determine who’s right. war determines who remains.
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@asianlitnet​ event 02: quotes
fang runin: the poppy war
“I don’t believe in god, I believe in power.”
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wolf-by-wolf · 3 years
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T H E B U R N I N G G O D
“You can’t do this for me,” he said. “I won’t let you.”
“It’s not for you. It’s not a favor. It’s the cruelest thing I could do.”
She meant it.
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wolf-by-wolf · 3 years
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There are never any new stories, just old ones told again and again as this universe moves through its cycles of civilization and crumbles into despair. We are on the brink of an age of chaos again, and there’s nothing we can do to stop it. for @kitaychenn
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@asianlitnet event 03: places
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BOOKS READ IN 2021 ➙ the poppy war by r.f. kuang
we do not train soldiers here. we train generals. we train the people who hold the future of the empire in their hands. 
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wolf-by-wolf · 3 years
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war doesn’t determine who’s right. war determines who r e m a i n s.
promo for [ @literatureofcolor ] 
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fave books read in 2021 - the burning god by r.f. kuang
This was not a world of men. It was a world of gods, a time of great powers. It was the era of divinity walking in man, of wind and water and fire. And in warfare, she who held the power asymmetry was the inevitable victor.
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A boy made of flesh and bone could not be so painfully lovely, so free of any blemish or flaw. - The Poppy War by R.F. Kuang
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@literatureladies mission 06: gift exchange, for @hermionegrangcr
“She was a goddess. She was a monster. She‘d nearly destroyed this country. And then she‘d given it one last, gasping chance to live.”
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wolf-by-wolf · 3 years
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“Our god is an angry god,” said the woman who looked like Rin. “It will not let this injustice rest. It demands vengeance.
“You must go to the isle,” said the old man with the crescent pendant. “You must go to the temple. Find the Pantheon. Call the Phoenix, and wake the ancient fault lines on which Speer lies. The Phoenix will only answer to you. It has to.” The man and woman faded back into the blur of brown faces. The ghosts of Speer began to sing as one, mouths moving in unison. 
Rin could not determine the meaning of the song from the words, but she felt it. It was a song of vengeance. It was a horrible song. It was a wonderful song.
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wolf-by-wolf · 3 years
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children ceased to be children when you put a sword in their hands. when you taught them to fight a war, then you armed them and put them on the front lines, they were not children anymore. they were soldiers.
⁠—  THE POPPY WAR, R.F. KUANG
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wolf-by-wolf · 3 years
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• @booksociety​’s outcasts event: The Poppy War by r.f. kuang
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