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"The Sian Empire's greatest strength is also its greatest vulnerability. The masses that inhabit its worlds look upon the imperial family with the adoring, worshipful stares of retarded children. Every one of them is ready to become a fearless fanatic or devoted martyr for their rulers, clinging to archaic notions of monarchy and heredity that are every bit as poisonous as a religion. But what happens when you seize those rulers, their precious emperor and princess, by the throats? Then you control billions with your grasp." -- Councilor Dule, Discourses on Inferior Political Systems | "The Sian Empire's greatest strength is also its greatest vulnerability. The masses that inhabit its worlds look upon the imperial family with the adoring, worshipful stares of retarded children. Every one of them is ready to become a fearless fanatic or devoted martyr for their rulers, clinging to archaic notions of monarchy and heredity that are every bit as poisonous as a religion. But what happens when you seize those rulers, their precious emperor and princess, by the throats? Then you control billions with your grasp." -- Councilor Dule, Discourses on Inferior Political Systems | ||
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Blood flies from your body, a torrent of bright scarlet splashes cascading through the air like an explosion in a strawberry jam factory. | Blood flies from your body, a torrent of bright scarlet splashes cascading through the air like an explosion in a strawberry jam factory. | ||
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"Come with me," she says. "All of you." | "Come with me," she says. "All of you." | ||
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The Princess leads you through the embassy's corridors, past the dragons, tigers, phoenixes, and other ignored glories that adorn their walls. She offers no word of explanation, so you suppress the questions that fill your mind and scrabble at the base of your tongue. The others do the same -- even the boy and the Niflung seem impressed into noiselessness by Illaria's disquiet and the murky thoughts of what might lie ahead. You simply follow, sailors drawn by a silent siren, seeking promised knowledge with more trepidation than anticipation. | The Princess leads you through the embassy's corridors, past the dragons, tigers, phoenixes, and other ignored glories that adorn their walls. She offers no word of explanation, so you suppress the questions that fill your mind and scrabble at the base of your tongue. The others do the same -- even the boy and the Niflung seem impressed into noiselessness by Illaria's disquiet and the murky thoughts of what might lie ahead. You simply follow, sailors drawn by a silent siren, seeking promised knowledge with more trepidation than anticipation. | ||
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