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China Sorrows
AGE If judged by her contemporaries, 400 and some, but don't ask.
HOMETOWN Dublin, Ireland SPECIES sorcerer | adept | human FAMILY None living. LANGUAGE Many. Primarily English, Gaeilge. OCCUPATION information broker | librarian OTHERS "The first time anyone sets eyes on China, they fall in love. Believe me, the effect lessens the more you get to know her." -Skulduggery Pleasant RELATIONSHIPS
INVENTORY
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“You know,” China said, “there was a time when nobody dared threaten me. I just wouldn’t stand for it. The amount of people I killed, of bodies I twisted and bones I snapped, all because they had allowed their anger to momentarily overwhelm their good sense. I regret it all now, of course. I was out of control. I was indulging the darkness inside me far too often. I was not, Mr Prave, a very nice person. But I have changed. I have allowed the years to mellow me. Now I find joy in simple pleasures. A good book. A fine wine. Good company. All of these things make me smile. They make me happy. “But every once in a while, I get the urge. You know what I’m talking about, don’t you? The urge for destruction. The urge to hurt, maim, kill. It’s quite a thing, to experience that urge, to let it wash over you, to give in to it. It’s addictive. It’s all-consuming. You lose yourself to it. It’s quite, quite wonderful. I can feel it, even as I speak, tapping around the edges of my mind, trying to prise me open, slip its fingers in. And it would be so easy to let it happen. But we’re all like that, aren’t we? We’re all barbarians at our core. We’re all savage, murderous beasts. I know I am. I’m sure you are. The only difference between us, Mr Prave, is how loudly we roar. I know I roar very loudly indeed. How about you? Do you think you can match me?” ~China Sorrows, Skulduggery Pleasant: Death Bringer, p 218-219
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