/lit/ - Literature

It is my nature, my joy and my curse, to forget nothing. Every rattling chain and whistling wind, every sight, smell, and taste, remains changeless in my mind, and though I know it is not so with everyone, I cannot imagine what it can mean to be otherwise, as if one had slept when in fact an experience is merely remote.

Itt: people in books who literally did nothing wrong.
P. S.
Fuck Baldanders.

Is Severian's "perfect memory" him trying to hide his autism?

>Taking my hand in hers, I turned towards the Autarch. Glancing backwards, I saw Thecla’s eyes begin to water, her tears like golden sapphires against her ivory cheek. Gritting my teeth, I placed the back of my hand across her face and cradled her beautiful flesh. I wasn’t about to let a demon ruin everything. Everything I had worked so hard to protect. Ever since the death of my parents I’ve always felt this outrageous and tempestuous urge to protect the living, and I wasn’t about to let some freak ruin it all. Originias curse pulsed on the back of my neck as I took out my sword. A pain in the neck. Literally.
>“Hey, asshole”, I say defiantly.
>“Are you ready?” he smirked cruelly as he interrupts me. Taken aback, I ask in a tentative way,
>“Ready to what?” I barked back, my fists clenching.
>“Ready to die!”
>He rushed forward and yanked my arm out of it’s socket, but at this point I could no longer feel pain. I laugh. And then plunge my hand straight through his chest. Startled, he howled in trepidation and his alzabo tattoos convulsed, as the creatures below us hissed in a penurious attitude. But then, something happened. Something that I would never forget. Not even on my deathbed would I ever forget this. Even that moment when Autarch raped and tortured my mother, paled in comparison to this. Stuck inside this anfractuous maze, with my hand stuck inside the demon's chest, Thecla took a step forward and

BASED Wolfe.

>reading redditcore fantasy

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