Love, for our people, was... «A Stranger in Olondria»
RamingoWS18 августа 2018Love, for our people, was synonymous with dishonor. It was something to be avoided, hidden, crushed... They spoke of it in hushed tones, telling about my cousin who loved a man forbidden to her and drowned herself, of disapproving of a father who doted on his young son, saying the child would be spoiled, would become a weakling. Then I don`t want to be strong, I told my mother before I left. That was her complaint, that I was weak. I don`t want your kind of strength, I said. Do you know what she said to me? I wish I`d aborted you with tama-root.
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