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Eileen Rodrigues
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“I buried my face in the hollow of her neck and breathed in her searing essence, wishing again, as I had in the beginning, that I could dream with her.”
― Midnight Sun
― Midnight Sun
“There was a bit of Jane Eyre in her, a portion of Scout Finch and Jo March, a measure of Elinor Dashwood, and Lucy Pevensie.”
― Midnight Sun
― Midnight Sun
“Can you love someone and ask them to shatter themselves for you?”
― Ruthless Gods
― Ruthless Gods
“What the hell, Serefin?" Nadya cried when they were gone.
"I don't know how to put it more elegantly than he'd eat you, Nadya."
There was a beat of silence.
"What?"
"Oh, so we're not talking like in a fun--"
"Zaneta, thank you for your contribution, but I'm going to have to ask you to not.”
― Blessed Monsters
"I don't know how to put it more elegantly than he'd eat you, Nadya."
There was a beat of silence.
"What?"
"Oh, so we're not talking like in a fun--"
"Zaneta, thank you for your contribution, but I'm going to have to ask you to not.”
― Blessed Monsters
“Edward,” she mumbled softly.
She was dreaming of me.
Could a dead, frozen heart beat again? It felt as though mine was about to.
“Stay,” she sighed. “Don’t go. Please… don’t go.” She was dreaming of me, and it wasn’t even a nightmare. She wanted me to stay with her, there in her dream.
I struggled to find words to name the feelings that flooded through me, but I had no words strong enough to hold them. For a long moment, I drowned in them.
When I surfaced, I was not the same man I had been.
My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my midnight”
― Midnight Sun
She was dreaming of me.
Could a dead, frozen heart beat again? It felt as though mine was about to.
“Stay,” she sighed. “Don’t go. Please… don’t go.” She was dreaming of me, and it wasn’t even a nightmare. She wanted me to stay with her, there in her dream.
I struggled to find words to name the feelings that flooded through me, but I had no words strong enough to hold them. For a long moment, I drowned in them.
When I surfaced, I was not the same man I had been.
My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my midnight”
― Midnight Sun
Eileen ’s 2025 Year in Books
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