The Six Deaths of the Saint
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I am not done pondering on it.
“He doesn’t move or speak, but he doesn’t need to. I know his desires by the pace of his breath and the tilt of his shoulders, by the shape of his jaw and the heat of his gaze. I know him, and in knowing him I love him, and in loving him I cannot do as he wishes.”
too beautiful. too gut-wrenching.
actually crazy to write a novel in 30 pages..
strangers by ethel cain
“But it was no dream. When you die, little Devil, a kingdom will fall to its knees and crawl to your bier. In a thousand years and a thousand after that, they will still sing of the Prince and his Devil.”
this is only 30 pages , a very quick read but SO well written. a story about loyalty, sacrifice and love. About how one does learn every time, death after death until there is no more to live for. LOVED this and I'll probably reread this again.
the book was written beautifully period
Beautiful, captivating, absolutely breathtaking, a masterpiece.
how can a short thirty pages story do this to me? made me feel different kind of emotions like confusion, yearning, sadness, etc. as if i am the main character.
Please read this!!
pretty prose but thats just it
What a wonderful short story, beautifully written but so brief. I think in a way it's the perfect length for the story itself.
gorgeous concept
The way I randomly decided to start this book because I was stuck in horrible traffic with this infernal heat and humid weather... now I'm sitting in a jeepney waiting for the traffic light to turn green while the trajectory of my life has been changed, my brain chemistry has been altered, and I have been remade as a person.
Beautiful. So beautiful.
4/5 Only thirty pages, but I still cried. I wish it was longer. I need more, despite the ending. "I know him, and in knowing him I love him, and in loving him I cannot do as he wishes." “Well, she is my Devil now.” And you found you did not mind being a devil, so long as you were his."
this altered me in ways i cant properly describe rn
It was so... heart-shattering
Más allá que esta sea una historia romántica hermosa, la manera como está escrito este cuento es bellísimo. Amé cada parte y el desenlace.
interesting but confusing? immersive to say the least
"i could've killed you" "you never do". thank you, miss caricanread, for recommending this book. i definitely see myself re-reading the story, again, one day!
Who knew a 30 page book would make me feel more than a lot of other 400 page books
THE AUDIOBOOK IS SO PHENOMENAL & THE WRITING IS BEAUTIFUL!!!! I want more like this!!! Incredible short story you can read in less than an hour!
pains
Highlights
I would rather love a coward than mourn a legend.
You were not old when the Saint came to you that final time, but you were older than you'd ever been before.
....okay
"No one will mourn you, no one will remember you. No one will even know your name—”
I lean close and whisper, “One person will.”
I know him, and in knowing him I love him, and in loving him I cannot do as he wishes.
“I would rather love a coward than mourn a legend.”
Each time I came to you, I hoped you would hate me.
He said your name, even more softly. “You are not a knife.”
And you said, wretchedly, “But I am his.”
“I could have killed you,” you said.
“You never would,” he said.
The water tastes familiar in my mouth, sweet and rich as wine. It fills my lungs, and I smile as I drown.
“I could have killed you,” you said, and he had answered, obscurely, “You never do.”
“Well, she is my Devil now.”
And you found you did not mind being a devil, so long as you were his.
He wore an expression you had never seen before, an avid, scorching hunger, which you thought must be love.
You rose. Your joints grated, and your vision spun in sickening lurches, but you rose, because she was a saint and you were nothing, because no one had ever needed you before.
“I would rather love a coward than mourn a legend.”
i feel sick
Perhaps any tool, used hard enough and long enough, begins to fail. The water fills my mouth. I drown again.
But he is my King, and I am his Devil. I have given him my blood, my youth, my love, my good right hand; who am I now to begrudge him my death?
“Do you truly mean to die, just so the King can hang a new map behind his throne?”
You grew strong over those years, and fast, until your body was no longer something you wore but something you wielded, and Lord, what a weapon it became.
Perhaps any tool, used hard enough and long enough, begins to fail. The water fills my mouth. I drown again.