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Marlon James

Black Leopard, Red Wolf (Dark Star Trilogy)

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  • Katya Orlovahar citeretfor 5 år siden
    Like, I like. Dislike, I love. Disgust, I can feel. Loathing, I can grab in the palm of my hand and squeeze. And hatred, I can live in hatred for days. But the smug smile of indifference on someone’s face makes me want to hack it off.
  • Katya Orlovahar citeretfor 5 år siden
    Like, I like. Dislike, I love. Disgust, I can feel. Loathing, I can grab in the palm of my hand and squeeze. And hatred, I can live in hatred for days.
  • Katya Orlovahar citeretfor 5 år siden
    “So these are enchanted woods,” I said.

    “These are hot-tempered woods, if you don’t shut up,” he said.
  • Katya Orlovahar citeretfor 5 år siden
    “Watching the new men and women in the bush. Luala Luala, the people above the Gangatom, have man who live with man like a wife, and woman who live with woman like a husband, and man and woman with no man or woman, who live as they choose, and in all these things there is no strangeness,” he said.
  • Katya Orlovahar citeretfor 5 år siden
    My name was my father’s possession, so I left it by his gate.
  • Katya Orlovahar citeretfor 5 år siden
    The last man was a boy. He cried. He was too shaken to beg for his life. I told him to be a man in his next life, for he is less than a worm in this one, and flung the knife right into his neck.
  • Galina Beltyukovahar citeretfor 5 år siden
    Because we tell stories to live, and that sort of story needs a purpose, so that sort of story must be a lie. Because at the end of a true story, there is nothing but waste.
  • Galina Beltyukovahar citeretfor 5 år siden
    It was growing tiresome, men and women looking at me once and thinking they knew my kind, and of my kind there was not much to know
  • Galina Beltyukovahar citeretfor 5 år siden
    Truth eats lies just as the crocodile eats the moon
  • Paco Loretohar citeretfor 5 år siden
    “Tracker,” I said.
    “He does not speak our language,” another warrior said.
    “Nothing special about the language of Fasisi,” I said.
    “Then what is your name?”
    “I am Tracker,” I said.
    “I will not ask again.”
    “Then don’t. I said my name is Tracker. Is your name Deaf One?”
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