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Come back with me,” insisted Koschei. “Hide inside me, as you did before. I will pile such jewels on your lap. Viy can burn this world, if I have you. Already the Chernosvyat is his. Already my country hoists a silver flag. Come with me. I will take out my death and smash it under a hammer and Viy can have us and in his silver country I will fuck you until the end of the world.” - CATHERYNNE M. VALENTE, DEATHLESS.

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If there were no fools, how would we recognize the wise.
— Norwegian Proverb 
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literature series → marya morevna

don’t you dare speak to me like that. i have worn nothing but blood and death for years. i have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me. i have learned all the tricks you said i must learn. i have learned not to cry when i strangle a man. i have learned to lay my finger aside my nose and disappear. i have learned to watch everything die. i am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. it is my magic, now, too.

"But what have I to prove? It should be you wrapped up in Zmey Gorinich’s coils, proving that you are not a monster, that you are worthy of me!”

“Have I not proven it? Have I not taken you out of your starving city and fed you, clothed you in fine things, taught you how to listen and how to speak, brought you to a place where you are a mistress, a tsarevna adored and worshipped, made love to, your skin dusted with jewels? Did I not dower myself? Did I not come to you on my knees with a kingdom in my hand?”

"Perhaps all a Tsaritsa is is a beautiful cold girl in the snow, looking down at someone wretched, and not yielding." — (Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless)

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DEATHLESS [listen here[download here| (you will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.)

i. vesuvius - sufjan stevens | ii. esmerelda - ben howard | iii. death is the road to awe - clint mansell | iv. smother - daughter | v. weights and measures - dry the river | vi. the bad in each other - feist | vii. heavy in your arms - florence + the machine | viii. ghost - james vincent mcmorrow | ix. bones and skin - mirah | x. the dead waltz - radical face 

child of the revolution, maiden of myth, bride of darkness

And it doesn’t matter that she didn’t ask to be beautiful, or to be born in a lake, or to live forever, or to not know how men breathe until they stop doing it. Well, I do not want to be beautiful, or a woman, or anything. I want to know how men breathe.

"You don’t understand, Masha. You have never understood. You are my treasure, my pale gold, the heart of my heart. You lie at the bottom of my being and gnaw upon my roots. But you are not one of us. No matter how like us you become. You were not with us when the world was so young, so easily misled. When there was only one star in the sky. You cannot know what we know. You are not built as we are built. You’ve learned so much, you have, and I am so proud of you. But you…” Koschei laid his hand on the black silk of her sternum. “You are still made of meat, gristle, and bone.” -Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless