Make a Game of You - Kingkiller Chronicle
I will make a game of you. I will follow you unseen and smother any spark of joy you find. You will never know a woman's touch, a breath of rest, a moment's peace of mind. And if you lead my love to despair, I will slit you open and splash around like a child in a mud puddle. I will string a fiddle with your guts and make you play it while I dance. This I swear to you by night sky and ever-moving moon. In this I will not be defied.
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