Blood was magic made manifest. There it thrived. And there it poisoned. Kell had seen what happened when power warred with the body, watched it darken in the veins of corrupted men, turning their blood from crimson to black. If red was the color of magic in balance—of harmony between power and humanity—then black was the color of magic without balance, without order, without restraint.
As an Antari, Kell was made of both, balance and chaos; the blood in his veins, like the Isle of Red London, ran a shimmering, healthy crimson, while his right eye was the color of spilled ink, a glistening black.
We need more villains to be talked out of their plans not by appealing to their compassion and inner humanity, but by other characters saying “wtf are you doing?! you don’t know anything about this goddamn world why the fuck are you trying to conquer it also wtf are you even wearing??? you look like a lady gaga music video except this is what you wear to lunch??????? get a life jfc”
“What I’m trying to tell you, Doc, is I just feel like I’ve been a penny on the train tracks my entire life. And that old Union Pacific just keeps on coming every day, back and forth. Running me down, running me over. But I will not flatten. I will not flatten”.
“ [ … ] Your blood is nothing but ferrous liquid. When you bleed, you reek of rust. It is iron that fills your heart and sits in your veins. And what is iron, really, unless it’s forged? You are iron. And you are strong.”
( raven reyes insp. / artwork )
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“We will all at some time in our lives, fall. Life is so very fragile, we are all vulnerable, and we will all at some point in our lives, fall, we will all fall. We must carry this in our hearts, that what we have is special, that it can be taken from us, and that when it is taken from us, we will be tested. We will be tested to our very souls. We will all be tested. It is these times, it is this pain, that allows us to look inside ourselves.”
“Brom swore to thwart Morzan however and wherever he could, to undo his accomplishments and reduce his ambitions to bitter regrets. I cautioned Brom against a path so full of hate and violence, but he was mad with grief from the death of Saphira, and he would not listen to me.”