"I'll accept it, thought that thing's a literal death trap,"

"Here, I'm going to pretend to read this one off my tablet, when in fact it's been with me for over ten thousand years."

"Not much," said the Emperor, and he tried to smile. It was awful.

He'd never liked losing control. He'd never liked losing consciousness.

You were screaming. I wanted you to stop, I wanted…I wanted you. I wanted you like a caveman wants a wildfire…or the sun. I thought you were going to take me, somehow. Purge me. Use me as an instrument.

"You're a bone adept, aren't you? Flesh magicians are exposed to this idea of a system earlier than in your school."

He approached the ramp at a swift clip, making a beeline for the boiling-mad Saint of Joy.

"Augustine, for fuck's sake have a cigarette, you're getting hysterical."

It took no effort and it took no time. It simply happened. And the more I did it the more I could see. I was on the verge of something insane.

"I am your salvation and your light. Who should I fear?"

"As inexorable as death," said the admiral. "And as kind," said the Emperor.

John, can't you do an act of good wizardry?

The Emperor did not render her down to a pile of ash, as she partway wished he would. Instead, he rubbed at one temple, and he held her gaze, sombre and even.

After a brief pause, he said: "Harrow, please don’t be in such a hurry to die."

Your tolerance for man-eating magma fish would have been tested sorely by anyone who was not God. His divinity earned God, you thought, about sixty more seconds.

His gaze didn't leave yours. "How were you born?"

And God sat in his chair, and looked at his hands.

People don't forgive, not really. Once they doubt, you've already lost them.

"Stop," said God quietly. And everybody stopped.

just want to get dicked down again :/