I am not turning down the money, I’m turning down you. I want nothing to do with you. Ever since I met you, everything I ever cared about is gone. Ruined, turned to shit… dead, ever since I hooked up with the great Heisenberg!
Oh, my sweet summer child. What do you know about fear? Fear is for the winter when the snows fall a hundred feet deep. Fear is for the the long nights when the sun hides for years, and children are born and live and die, all in darkness. That is the time for fear, my little lord; when the white walkers move through the woods. Thousands of years ago there came a night that lasted a generation. Kings froze to death in their castles, same as the shepherds in their huts, and women smothered their babies rather than see them starve, and wept and felt their tears freeze on their cheeks. So is this the sort of story that you like?
While the discovery of the Hermina notebooks were primarily of interest to paleotitanologists, certain pages also contained surprisingly sensitive portraits of the artist’s fellow soldiers. Among these are drawings of two women believed to be the famed Lance Corporal Ackerman and Commander Smith, whose official likenesses were never recorded.
—Walled Cities: Life in the Age of Titans (Trost Museum, 2026)