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Because I finished storm light archives 3 books, the need to complete this book is as string as ever. But I won't do it justice if I started from where I left it. So siri and viv here I come to your colourful world of returned.

“Boston’s favorite father-and-son team just went to war.”

That’s the thing about being a victim; you start to think it’ll happen to you on a regular basis. Suddenly everything looks suspect and any brightness you may have noticed the day before has dissipated into the shadows.
--- The drink before the war .

I am in search of a book.....

Author : Brandon Sanderson

Title : i forgot what it was

cover : Even that i don't remember

Th only thing I remember is, it had two places ...

a colorless city and a colorful city or something like that...

the colorless city sends a girl to colorful city to marry the king ?

Please find me that book !!!!

You look in mirror and watch her looking at you, she mouth words inaudible to your ear when you ask her something..... she's yours yet she's not.... you feel an Erie connection with her yet feel detached... that's what I feel about this read !!!!

Reread for reviewing purpose or maybe I Wanna meet Owen Again !

I said nothing. I knew it was time to confess everything. To tell Dex the full bloody history of that blade. The full bloody history of me. I couldn’t. I looked away from him.....

Kept on indefinite hold.... won't be resuming this anytime soon in near future !

"Update goodreads", She ordered.
"Yes ma'am", said a small voice squirming at her own pitiful sound...

And......Thus the journey of updating good reads begins!

I let the spell of the story and its world take me over, until the breath of dawn touched my window and my tired eyes slid over the last page. I lay in the bluish half-light with the book on my chest and listened to the murmur of the sleeping city. My eyes began to close, but I resisted. I did not want to lose the story's spell or bid farewell to its characters just yet.

he wasn’t perfect, Aza. He wasn’t. It’s just that your brain keeps trying to revise him into something he never was. Never mind that the moment you saw him, your first memory of him in the alligator suit, you thought, Oh god, finally, someone like me.

He’s not like me.

He’s human.

Right, then.

Shut up, Aza’s brain. Shut up.

Can someone be heartbroken for a character ?

Did you cry for Zidantas or for Dio? Or for the young boy who was shown his mother isn't a goddess ?

Or Did you felt a pang in your heart when "He saw Ox lift the boy and hurl him high in the air before catching him and spinning around. And the dam burst.

Love is reverence, and worship, and glory, and the upward glance. Not a bandage for dirty sores. But they don’t know it. Those who speak of love most promiscuously are the ones who’ve never felt it. They make some sort of feeble stew out of sympathy, compassion, contempt and general indifference, and they call it love. Once you’ve felt what it means to love as you and I know it—the total passion for the total height.

Many emotions I feel right now. Frustration, irritation, helplessness, anger but above all a sense of emptiness. I wonder is everyone really that unscrupulous. Am I too ? or is there a Roark among us ? What about life it is that makes us iniquitous in nature. I want to find out.....

I liked that. Books were safer than other people anyway.
- Ocean at the end of the lane.....

"Smile is the only way to hide the pain you carry inside, just don't let anyone see your eyes."
- Purvika

“He who has a Why to live for can bear almost any How.”
Viktor E. Frankl

There is no voice echoing in my silence
There is no heart that beats
I am the shell that is now hollow,
Or the sea without the shore.

My sewn lips wither from pain
My shaking fingers wipe trail of tears
I am here yet I am not
Feeling dissolve with every breath I take.