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‘’I am some profane Eve betrothed to this corrupt Adam.’’

Love that even this (being the bride of Frankenstein) ultimately boils down not to the supernatural or scientific, but to women having their choice stripped from them

‘’I used to ask her how she always found
the positive side of things, and she’d say that life was too short, and there’s time enough for misery in the grave.’’

‘’I would not have guessed this man to be overly fond of children, but he has a rapport with them that makes me wonder if he is a
father himself.’’ 💀

This is hitting a little too close to home

Si ça fini mal je pète mon crâne c absolument abjecte ce qu’ils font aux femmes qu’ils prétendent aimer

‘’Edine swallowed but raised her rapier. She had come alone to find her fortune, and it appeared that alone she would find it.’’ Nah that’s a wild thought for a 16 yo before being run through with a sword

So far I like the worldbuilding (feels like a mix between Nettle & Bone, The Thirteenth Child and The Familiar) and the depiction of grief. Azul thinks nothing of her sister’s death because she can bring her back later and when she realizes that she can’t, and that the moment she lost her was the last time she saw her, it comes crashing down on her. Death, in a blink

‘’It was not for the shrike to wish itself something else.’’

‘’You woke—but you know where you woke, don’t you? We have done this so many times, you and I. The courtyard. The Emperor, crowned in gold. The priest, draped in fine jewels. The pool. The terrible moment when you understand, all over again, that you are all alone. That I am you.’’

‘’The king strokes a stray hair back from my sweating brow, and I lean shamelessly into the touch, feeling lonelier than I’ve felt since I was a girl, since before my saint came to me. But in the end, there was no saint, just a lonely girl telling secrets to herself in a dark mirror.’’ Kill me already ffs

‘’You saw yourself as an unholy triptych, three into one, one into three: she the girl, you the devil, and I the saint. And you understood, finally, that there had never truly been a she or a you but only a terrible, lonely I.’’ Aloud E. Harrow I fear you’ve done it again

Why are all their refs from the 70’s?? Babe you’re twenty years old give me a tik tok, a vine if you must but not Scarlett O’Hara

‘’The fabric is stopping my blood from flowing. I think that's why I can write. Why I haven't fainted. Or is it the will to tell this story? So none of us—not Lucía, Circe, Helena or myself— are lost to oblivion.’’

‘’Circe’s eyes were open, and the sky was still there, held by her gaze’’ agustina bazterrica when I find you

‘’We don't know what year it is. I hope that if someone is reading these pages, they live in a world where time is measured artificially, even though we know it's a construction, even though we intuit that behind the numerical structure, there's nothing other than right now.’’

‘Certain stories are recounted so many times that they become parched of
meaning.
Others, however, are kept from taverns and wine-warmed conversations,
catalogued but rarely recited. Complicated stories with no easy ending,
stories that remind us karmic debt is a contrivance of despair, that there is
nothing fair or sweet about this world.
The tale of how some children played slaughtering together is one of
them’

Jour 67: toujours pas de terre en vue, l’équipage perd le moral, Myriam s’ennuie comme un rat mort (c moi le rat bionique dans la tombe enfait)

‘’I walk a path of my parents’ making. I walk it the same way I walk the wooden walkways they’ve made that stretch across Beachwood. I do not see how to step off. If I exit the walkway into the bushes, under the trees, or onto the sand—it doesn’t matter. I am still on their island.“

‘’Cause dying hurt a lot, but only for a second, and then it was fine. Mostly it was being scared of dying that was awful. And I was thinking, when I saw your face before you woke up, your different face, that you probably had a lot more hurt than I did, right?’’ Said the ghost of my 10yo sister who drowned in our family home as I slowly unravel 💀

‘’And Merlin fucking knows I’d never seen
anything as pretty as you.’’ >>> fictional men

Enough avec les termes de biologie a tout va monsieur enough

Hannah qui se tape toute l’équipe jpp go girl

C’est juste un livre sur un trou

Le psy c’est gratuit sinon

Hermione began to cry. “Why didn't you try not to?”

“I tried," he said. "Of course I tried. And please, don't mistake me. If hunger was adequate proof of love, I would starve at your altar. But you’re here.” Draco flattened his hand over his heart. “You’re always here. I’m always waiting for you.”

“I miss you, Hermione. On weekends. Nights. When I read a passage in a book I think you'd like. When there's some irrelevant, inconsequential thought I feel compelled to say out loud, and you’re not right there. I swear, it’s the most trivial things. I had an atrocious coffee in Soho a few weeks ago, and you were all I could think about for hours.”

A quand on me fait une déclaration comme ça ??

C’est bien et c’est trop drôle mais que c’est longgg

Hermione having ties to Helen of Troy’s Hermione because they’re both of mixed heritage is something I’m willing to consider actually

Not George and Fred being Castor and Pollux and when Pollux dies, Castor asks Zeus to make him immortal (George looses an ear and becomes ‘Saint-like’) and in the end George is the only one to come out of the battle of hogwarts

I’m legit stupid because in 20 years it never occurred to me that ‘’Voldemort’’ was literally ‘’the one who wants to cheat death’’