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“Humanity, perhaps, that quality of benevolence that humans have, without irony, named after themselves.”
― Daughter of Smoke & Bone
― Daughter of Smoke & Bone
“...they cupped their wings around their happiness and called it a world, though they both knew it was not a world, only a hiding place, which is a very different thing.”
― Daughter of Smoke & Bone
― Daughter of Smoke & Bone
“It was sadness, lostness, and the worst thing about it was the way it seemed like a default—like it was there all the time, and all her other expressions were just an array of masks she used to cover it up.”
― Daughter of Smoke & Bone
― Daughter of Smoke & Bone
“O do not weep, she says,
for ages past I was
and I endure”
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for ages past I was
and I endure”
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“Once upon a time, [...]. There was a world that was perfectly made and full of birds and striped creatures and lovely things like honey lilies and star tenzing and weasels—
[...] And this world already had light and shadow, so it didn't need any rouge stars to come and save it, and it had no use for bleeding suns or weeping moons, either, and most important, it had never known war, which is a terrible and wasteful thing that no world needs. It had earth and water, air and fire, all four elements, but it was missing the last element. Love.
[...]
And so this paradise was like a jewel box without a jewel. There it lay, day after day of rose-colored dawns and creature sounds and strange perfumes, and waited for lovers to find it and fill it with their happiness. The end.
[...]
The story is unfinished. The world is still waiting.”
― Daughter of Smoke & Bone
[...] And this world already had light and shadow, so it didn't need any rouge stars to come and save it, and it had no use for bleeding suns or weeping moons, either, and most important, it had never known war, which is a terrible and wasteful thing that no world needs. It had earth and water, air and fire, all four elements, but it was missing the last element. Love.
[...]
And so this paradise was like a jewel box without a jewel. There it lay, day after day of rose-colored dawns and creature sounds and strange perfumes, and waited for lovers to find it and fill it with their happiness. The end.
[...]
The story is unfinished. The world is still waiting.”
― Daughter of Smoke & Bone
Sonia’s 2025 Year in Books
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154 friends
920 books
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11 books
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3,931 books
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216 friends
162 books
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13 books
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3 friends
63 books
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96 friends
71 books
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112 friends
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