If she captured Tamlin’s power once, who’s to say she can’t do it again? It was the question I hadn’t yet dared voice.He won’t be tricked again so easily, he said, staring up at the ceiling. Her biggest weapon is that she keeps our powers contained. But she can’t access them, not wholly—though she can control us through them. It’s why I’ve never been able to shatter her mind—why she’s not dead already. The moment you break Amarantha’s curse, Tamlin’s wrath will be so great that no force in the world will keep him from splattering her on the walls.A chill went through me.Why do you think I’m doing this? He waved a hand to me.Because you’re a monster.He laughed. True, but I’m also a pragmatist. Working Tamlin into a senseless fury is the best weapon we have against her. Seeing you enter into a fool’s bargain with Amarantha was one thing, but when Tamlin saw my tattoo on your arm … Oh, you should have been born with my abilities, if only to have felt the rage that seeped from him.I didn’t want to think much about his abilities. Who’s to say he won’t splatter you as well?Perhaps he’ll try—but I have a feeling he’ll kill Amarantha first. That’s what it all boils down to, anyway: even your servitude to me can be blamed on her. So he’ll kill her tomorrow and I’ll be free before he can start a fight with me that will reduce our once-sacred mountain to rubble. He picked at his nails. And I have a few other cards to play.I lifted my brows in silent question.Feyre, for Cauldron’s sake. I drug you, but you don’t wonder why I never touch you beyond your waist or arms?Until tonight—until that damned kiss. I gritted my teeth, but even as my anger rose, a picture cleared.It’s the only claim I have to innocence, he said, the only thing that will make Tamlin think twice before entering into a battle with me that would cause a catastrophic loss of innocent life. It’s the only way I can convince him I was on your side. Believe me, I would have liked nothing more than to enjoy you—but there are bigger things at stake than taking a human woman to my bed.I knew, but I still asked, Like what?Like my territory, he said and his eyes held a far-off look that I hadn’t yet seen. Like my remaining people, enslaved to a tyrant queen who can end their lives with a single word. Surely Tamlin expressed similar sentiments to you. He hadn’t—not entirely. He hadn’t been able to, thanks to the curse.Why did Amarantha target you? I dared ask. Why make you her whore?Beyond the obvious? He gestured to his perfect face. When I didn’t smile, he loosed a breath. My father killed Tamlin’s father—and his brothers.I started. Tamlin had never said—never told me the Night Court was responsible for that.It’s a long story and I don’t feel like getting into it, but let’s just say that when she stole our lands out from under us, Amarantha decided that she especially wanted to punish the son of her friend’s murderer—decided that she hated me enough for my father’s deeds that I was to suffer.I might have reached a hand toward him, might have offered my apologies—but every thought had dried up in my head. What Amarantha had done to him …So, he said wearily, here we are, with the fate of our immortal world in the hands of an illiterate human.
Sarah J. Maas
The woman glares at him and, after taking a breath, forges on. One other issue I'd like to raise is how you have authors here separated by sex.Yes, that's right. The person who was in charge before us cataloged these and for whatever reason divided them into male and female. We were thinking of recataloging all of them, but haven't been able to as of yet.We're not criticizing you for this, she says.Oshima tilts his head slightly.The problem, though, is that in all categories male authors are listed before female authors, she says. To our way of thinking this violates the principle of sexual equality and is totally unfair.Oshima picks up her business card again, runs his eyes over it, then lays it back down on the counter. Ms. Soga, he begins, when they called the role in school your name would have come before Ms. Tanaka and after Ms. Sekine. Did you file a complaint about that? Did you object, asking them to reverse the order? Does G get angry because it follows F in the alphabet? Does page 68 in a book start a revolution just because it follows 67?That's not the point, she says angrily. You're intentionally trying to confuse the issue.Hearing this, the shorter woman, who'd been standing in front of a stack taking notes, races over.Intentionally trying to confuse the issue, Oshima repeats, like he's underlining the woman's words.Are you denying it?That's a red herring, Oshima replies.The woman named Soga stands there, mouth slightly ajar, not saying a word.In English there's this expression red herring. Something that's very interesting but leads you astray from the main topic. I am afraid I haven't looked into why they use that kind of expression, though.Herrings or mackerel or whatever, you're dodging the issue.Actually what I am doing is shifting the analogy, Oshima says. One of the most effective methods of argument, according to Aristotle. The citizens of ancient Athens enjoyed using this kind of intellectual trick very much. It's a shame, though, that at the time women weren't included in the definition of 'citizen.'Are you making fun of us?Oshima shakes his head. Look, what I am trying to get across is this: I am sure there are many more effective ways of making sure that Japanese women's rights are guaranteed than sniffing around a small library in a little town and complaining about the restrooms and the card catalog. We're doing our level best to see that this modest library of ours helps the community. We've assembled an outstanding collection for people who love books. And we do our utmost to put a human face on all our dealings with the public. You might not be aware of it, but this library's collection of poetry-related material from the 1910s to the mid-Showa period is nationally recognized. Of course there are things we could do better and limits to what we can accomplish. But rest assured we're doing our very best. I think it'd be a whole lot better if you focus on what we do well than what we're unable to do. Isn't that what you call fair?
Haruki Murakami