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Ohmygosh oh my gosh that was soooo good

I’m terrified!!!

"Perhaps I'll never forgive myself for opening it."
I realised, as I said it, that it was an admission. Not I would never, but I'll never. I was already speaking as though opening that door was inevitable, as though I had made exactly the decision I was pretending I would never make.

OH <\3

Woah
This got a little spooky & I love it

He pointed out the gorse overgrowing the stone walls, the heather strangling the old doorways. I could see what he meant then. It did resemble the way the strange trees and vines and flowers flourished across the university. "I sometimes think Camford is like a ruin that's still alive."

Feels like a magical kinder secret history, the friends, the outsider, the knowledge that something bad is coming…

Uh oh… secrets between the group

“What does it feel like, the first time you open a window into faerie country? The nearest I can compare it to is like drawing a deep breath and opening your eyes, when your eyes are already open and your lungs are already full.”

Sad!!!

“But I had forgotten how horrifyingly real this was. The magic at Camford was human magic, carefully regulated, even the pranks and student excesses steeped in tra-dition. This was wild and uncanny and dark, and it wanted to hurt.” <\3

"Magic never seems to get it right, does it? It's either too small or too big."
"Or maybe we're the ones who are too small or too big."

“They lived firmly in the modern world, new and exciting and daring in a way that had never reached my rural village, and yet in themselves they were everything I loved about Camford-golden, glowing, elite, steeped in centuries of history and culture. They were what I wanted to be, and they made it look effortless. Perhaps I could have walked away from the archives; I couldn't walk away from them.”

"For us, the war was over. Whatever allegiance we had to our countries paled in comparison to our allegiance to our world."

“Try-and I realise this is a paradox-to imagine the unimag-inableness of it. There has never been anything like the scale of those battles. There was no way to prepare for them. In their midst, all you can think is that they shouldn't be happening. It feels as though the world has broken, and all reason with it… I doubt he was concerned with what might go wrong.
Everything was wrong."