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This is the truth of him, I thought as I squinted in the dazzling light. Like calls to like.
[...] This was the truth behind the handsome face and the miraculous powers, the truth that was the dead and empty space between the stars, a wasteland peopled by frightened monsters.

I can't get over the way Leigh writes of the Darkling. I keep remembering why I fell for him years and years ago!

A good rodeo, like a good marriage, or a musical instrument when played to the pitch of perfection, becomes more than what it started out to be. It is effort transformed into effortlessness; a balance becomes grace, the way love goes deep into friendship.

🤍

Then the smile disappeared, replaced by something I didn't recognize, something that looked almost like longing.
"Mercy." He said the word as if he were tasting something unfamiliar. "I could be merciful."

Oh how I love my villains 🖤

"What do you two talk about, anyway?" I asked curiously. I still didn't quite understand Genya's fascination with the Fabrikator.
She sighed. "The usual. Life. Love. The melting point of iron ore."

The way I still, forever and always, love Genya with David. The! Way!

'Here's to the end of loneliness, I toasted quietly, not believing such a thing could come true. But it did and nothing prepared me for the sense of peace I felt - of love gone deep into a friendship - so for a while I took it to be a premonition of death - the deathbed calm we're supposed to feel after getting our affairs in order.

Still breaking my heart (wide open).

"What are you smiling at?"
I whirled, peering into the gloom. The Darkling's voice seemed to float out of the shadows. He walked down to the stream, crouching on the bank to splash water on his face and through his dark hair.
"Well?" he asked, looking up at me.
"Myself," I admitted.
"Are you that funny?"
"I'm hilarious."

Laughing out loud here 🤭😉😁

The boy was short and stocky, shy but always smiling. The girl was different, and she knew it.

It feels (more than a little) emotional and soooo special to be back, so if I got tears in my eyes I am not to be blamed, okay?! 🖤

If I read winter right, it is a scroll - the white growing wider and wider like the sweep of an arm- and from it we gain a peripheral vision, a capacity for what Nabokov calls 'those asides of spirit, those footnotes in the volume of life by which we know life and find it to be good'.

This book has so much heart. What's not to love?!

Finally, the lessons of impermanence taught me this: loss constitutes an odd kind of fullness; despair empties out into an unquenchable appetite for life.

Oh... This will be a journey 🙏🏻

And he deserved someone who would look at him like that, even if the love wouldn't be the same, even if the girl wouldn't be her.

Maybe someone with... I don't know... hair the colour of moonlight and sharp sharp teeth to eat your heart out? Like I said, I don't know 😎

"Something iscoming," she whispered. "And I am to greet it."
Celaena loosed the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.
This conversation was pointless. "Good-bye, Kaltain."
The girl only laughed softly, and the sound followed Celaena long
after she'd left the freezing dungeons behind.

Everything about this is so visual and so heartbreaking at the same time.

Opening the window, I sit at Taryn's desk and sip nettle tea, drinking in the sharp salt scent of the sea and the wild honeysuckle and the distant breeze through fir trees. I take a deep breath, at home and homesick all at the same time.

Ah, familiar feelings.

"What's wrong with Oak? He stomped in here and slammed his door. Is he going to be this dramatic when he's a teenager?"
"He doesn't want to be High King," I tell her.
"Oh. That." Vivi glances toward his bedroom. "I thought it was
something important."

Definitely puts into perspective all the unimportant stuff 🤭

"Go," I say, "Forget our bargains. Forget everything. Get out of here."
"Why are you doing this?" she asks me.
"For Cardan," I say. I leave unsaid the second part: Because his mother is still alive and mine is not, because even if he hates you, at least he should get a chance to tell you about it.

Un

ravel

inggggg

"I want to tell you so many lies," he says."

I'm totally okay. Tooooooootally.

"Kiss me again," he says, drunk and foolish. "Kiss me until I am sick of it."

Forever.

Undone.

It occurs to me that if I kill him, I can finally stop thinking about
him. If I kill him, I won't have to feel like this anymore.

That's definitely one way to go about it 😉

His hand slides lower on my hip. I narrow my eyes at him.
"You really hate me, don't you?" he asks, his smile growing.
"Almost as much as you hate me," I say, thinking of the page with my name scratched on it. Thinking of the way he looked at me when he was drunk in the hedge maze. The way he's looking at me now.

The freaking slow-burn in this book! Truly a delight😌

Against my shoulder she whispers, "He's flint, you're tinder."
I hug her closer and make no promises.

Feels all over the place. All over!

Lilidh closed her eyes, face upturned to the heavens as she whispered.
"Forgive me, Father. For I must sin."

Of all the twisted little horrors Jay has written, Lilidh has always been my favourite 😌

'"I didn't think you cared, sister."
'She looked at me then, dead eyes rimmed with red, quiet in that storm.
"I never ssstopped caring, Gabriel. That is why it hurt ssso badly when I thought you did."

Trust Jay to write such heartwarming heartbreak whilst shit is hitting the fan so mightily.

"I just want an interesting life," said Martha.
"No, you don't," Polly said. "Ive just been having one and you wouldn't wish it on a dog."

The way Laurie makes me laugh is as unexpected as a hiccup. I just love and love it 🤍

"Your life isn't dreadful, is it?"
"Well, not my life per se," Martha said. "It's my head. It isn't life. It's what's inside that counts."

And don't I know it.

"My darling," he said as if speaking to an angel.
"My dearest," she replied as if the word hurt to say.
"Ye look... different."
"You look exactly the same."

Just give me all, literally ALL, the doomed vampiric romances. All!

Lincoln said that Polly was set into her family the way a sapphire was set into a bracelet.

Laurie has this unique way of shooting straight through the human condition and landing right in the middle of you. If you're lucky enough to feel that way!

"So where were we," she whispered. "A houndboy and his Ever After. A capitaine and a blackthumb. A Grail and a worm. Strange the way the pieces fit. Stranger still the way they fall apart. To think the world's fate rested upon so few shoulders. So small. So young."

These glorious transitions! They are to live for!

"I loved her, Ash. I can't help it. I loved Astrid then, and I love her still."
Her voice softened then, musical and sweet in my mind.
"I know it. Ye had something most men n-never possess. Yet I knew thy b-bride also, Gabriel. And never would Astrid have asked ye to mournmourn her eternal. To cut thyself off from all life and love. To suffocate on the past instead of b-breathing here and now."

Not crying.

"Well, come over here, Dora," said Lincoln. "Put your arms around me and tell me everything you've thought or felt since Friday." He held her close. "I really do love you to pieces."
"I love you to pieces, too," said Polly. "Isn't it sad?"

The way I love these words, so and so and so 🥹

"You two, come forth," he demanded. "Only you two. And if you move sudden, vile temptress, I swear you'll not move again."
'I nodded to the gates. "After you, vile temptress."
"Should've left ye on that damned mountain ..."

Gabe and Phoebe giving me all sorts of life 🤣🤭