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Enchantments of Flesh and Spirit
"I see it's working," Cal said laconically.
"What?" Seel asked.
"An enlightened and equal society that will expose all that went before for the farce it really was."
"In another life, I was a dictator."
He wore a costume, I thought, rather than clothes: garments of thin, torn leather adorned with tassels and hanks of fur. He had the same build as Cal, sleek and fit, and that same shifting male/female ambiance.
...An exuberant tangle of flying rags and tassels, a wild mane of red, yellow and black hair.
I think in our hearts, both Cal and I longed to say, 'Damn it, Seel, we're coming back with you.'But to do so would have been to go against destiny. There was no way back, for me especially, and Seel, beautiful Seel, who in times to come would be a great leader, a tactful and trustworthy politician, his future would have been spoiled had we returned to Saltrock.
Wraiths of Will and Pleasure
"I get sick to death of having to be nice, gentle, compliant Seel. Sometimes, I just want to be the absolute bitch I really am. I'm sick of pretending."
If somehar had told Seel that Flick might walk out on him and that if he did Seel would feel as if part of his life had been cut away, he wouldn't have believed it, which just goes to show how a har who believes himself to be self-aware can be so wrong.
"We're all your puppets...We're all hanging in pods, hooked up to pipes, breathing fluid. I can't fight you, Thiede, but I have your measure."
"Privileges have a price tag. I want you to host a pearl for this har, and I want you to be Immanion's presence in the Varrish noble house of Galhea. A strategic alliance."
--Thiede, to Seel
"I am very fond of you, Seel. If you want your sport with Cal before he's brought to Immanion in the chains you've dreamed of so fondly, then everyhar will turn a blind eye. You have my sanction to do whatever you please with him. Just don't damage him too much. He must be brought to me alive and intact."
--Thiede, to Seel
Seel remembered their childhood, their first kiss, the smell of Cal's body. He remembered how he would have died for Cal and how he nearly did --of a broken heart. A fog of grief had spoilt the first few years of his Wraeththu life, because he had to face the fact that Cal did not love him in return. You stole my youth...You made me love you and you made me Uigenna. I gave up everything for you. Now look at you.
How was it possible to love and hate somehar so much at the same time? Seel wanted to take Cal in his arms and he wanted to beat him until the blood ran.
"If there's a scene with the Incomparable Seel, Cobweb will either be furious, or highly delighted, and both moods, in his case, lead to trouble."
-Chelone
Shades of Time and Memory
Both Pellaz and Seel had been jealous of Terzian, because he'd had a relationship with Cal that neither of them had ever had. Simple as that. Not that that they'd ever admit it. When they looked at Tyson, they saw Cal taking aruna with Terzian. He was living proof of it.All through his childhood, when Seel had looked at him in a certain sour way, Tyson had imagined being a spark of life in the cauldron of creation, being made by two hara lost in bliss. Even a har who hadn't trained very much could project a thought like that. It was the psychic equivalent of throwing stones. and had helped assuage the bitterness Tyson had sometimes felt when Azriel had received better treatment than he had. It wasn't Azriel's fault.He was aware of it and embarrassed about it, but from the moment of Azriel's birth, Seel had made sure his and Swift's son supplanted Tyson in the family hierarchy. If Tyson had been older at the time, that wouldn't have happened, but those years had been chaotic, with so many changes. Cobweb, usually the power in the house had been stretched out of shape by it all and Seel had breezed in to mold things to his liking.
Storm Constantine
The Gelaming regarded themselves as a force for good, and in many ways they were, but they were also inexorable and their compassion could often feel like oppression.
"I see it's working," Cal said laconically.
"What?" Seel asked.
"An enlightened and equal society that will expose all that went before for the farce it really was."
"In another life, I was a dictator."
He wore a costume, I thought, rather than clothes: garments of thin, torn leather adorned with tassels and hanks of fur. He had the same build as Cal, sleek and fit, and that same shifting male/female ambiance.
...An exuberant tangle of flying rags and tassels, a wild mane of red, yellow and black hair.
I think in our hearts, both Cal and I longed to say, 'Damn it, Seel, we're coming back with you.'But to do so would have been to go against destiny. There was no way back, for me especially, and Seel, beautiful Seel, who in times to come would be a great leader, a tactful and trustworthy politician, his future would have been spoiled had we returned to Saltrock.
Wraiths of Will and Pleasure
"I get sick to death of having to be nice, gentle, compliant Seel. Sometimes, I just want to be the absolute bitch I really am. I'm sick of pretending."
If somehar had told Seel that Flick might walk out on him and that if he did Seel would feel as if part of his life had been cut away, he wouldn't have believed it, which just goes to show how a har who believes himself to be self-aware can be so wrong.
"We're all your puppets...We're all hanging in pods, hooked up to pipes, breathing fluid. I can't fight you, Thiede, but I have your measure."
"Privileges have a price tag. I want you to host a pearl for this har, and I want you to be Immanion's presence in the Varrish noble house of Galhea. A strategic alliance."
--Thiede, to Seel
"I am very fond of you, Seel. If you want your sport with Cal before he's brought to Immanion in the chains you've dreamed of so fondly, then everyhar will turn a blind eye. You have my sanction to do whatever you please with him. Just don't damage him too much. He must be brought to me alive and intact."
--Thiede, to Seel
Seel remembered their childhood, their first kiss, the smell of Cal's body. He remembered how he would have died for Cal and how he nearly did --of a broken heart. A fog of grief had spoilt the first few years of his Wraeththu life, because he had to face the fact that Cal did not love him in return. You stole my youth...You made me love you and you made me Uigenna. I gave up everything for you. Now look at you.
How was it possible to love and hate somehar so much at the same time? Seel wanted to take Cal in his arms and he wanted to beat him until the blood ran.
"If there's a scene with the Incomparable Seel, Cobweb will either be furious, or highly delighted, and both moods, in his case, lead to trouble."
-Chelone
Shades of Time and Memory
Both Pellaz and Seel had been jealous of Terzian, because he'd had a relationship with Cal that neither of them had ever had. Simple as that. Not that that they'd ever admit it. When they looked at Tyson, they saw Cal taking aruna with Terzian. He was living proof of it.All through his childhood, when Seel had looked at him in a certain sour way, Tyson had imagined being a spark of life in the cauldron of creation, being made by two hara lost in bliss. Even a har who hadn't trained very much could project a thought like that. It was the psychic equivalent of throwing stones. and had helped assuage the bitterness Tyson had sometimes felt when Azriel had received better treatment than he had. It wasn't Azriel's fault.He was aware of it and embarrassed about it, but from the moment of Azriel's birth, Seel had made sure his and Swift's son supplanted Tyson in the family hierarchy. If Tyson had been older at the time, that wouldn't have happened, but those years had been chaotic, with so many changes. Cobweb, usually the power in the house had been stretched out of shape by it all and Seel had breezed in to mold things to his liking.
Storm Constantine
The Gelaming regarded themselves as a force for good, and in many ways they were, but they were also inexorable and their compassion could often feel like oppression.