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"She raised a brow. 'So... are you going to do my laundry?"
Flight, fight, or sarcasm. 'What a horrid girl you are.'
'Ma'am. What a horrid girl you are, ma'am.'
Now he laughed."

I DEVASTATINGLY ADORE THEM 😭

'Dixwell', eh, Bardugo? Did you think we wouldn't notice that one? After two mentions of an oversized glow stick, 'dick swell' is hard to miss. 😂

"It's funny," she said at last. "People talk about life and death as if there's some kind of ticking clock."'
"There isn't?"
Alex shook her head slowly. "That tick tick tick isn't o'clock. It's a bomb. There's no countdown. It just goes off and everything changes."

"It's funny," she said at last. "People talk about life and death as if there's some kind of ticking clock."
"There isn't?"
Alex shook her head slowly. "That tick tick tick isn't o'clock. It's a bomb. There's no countdown. It just goes off and everything changes."

I adore Mercy and I'm so happy to see so much more of her in this book!! 🩶

"'Why did that work?' she asked. 'Why didn't it burn?'

'Stories exist in all worlds. They are immutable. Like gold.'"

Not the damned glowstick again!!! 😪😂

"'Bela Lugosi's dead,' she smiled at him. They'd become her favorite death words over the summer."

Starting out strong as usual, Bardugo. 😎

"What do you really want?
She had tried to come up with an answer to no avail. Maybe she did not want anything at all. She had never learned how to want; she had simply existed, until then. Her life was just a series of routines. At best, she could imagine things she did not want: dying, losing her job, starving, suffering. She did not want inconveniences. She did not want changes. She did not want."

"She'd forsworn her old life, crossing a bridge to a new land, and now knelt in its ruin.
This was the bridge burning away behind her, leaving her in a desolation.
She tossed the blade back into the ash and took the only path that remained."

Such lovely writing. 🩶

Only Travis Baldree could have me giddy and smiling stupidly over an adorable baking rat making biscotti. 🥹🩶

"Many people think the death is the end. The ending of pain, of hate, of love.
But these things are not so easy to erase. Any kind of wanting leaves a scar. The living are good at forgetting, the years smoothing out memories until all the days of their lives are nothing but rolling planes of sameness. But in Hell, it is always just yesterday that everything was lost.
The dead do not forget."

"Cora's face feels hot and she realizes she probably needs a tetanus shot or something after being scratched by a wild bat..."

A tetanus shot? Girl, you need a rabies shot. C'mon now... 😂

"...one moment she'll be everything all at once, the next she'll be in pieces too small to be human, not even worth saving."

"Of course nothing adds up, your mind is a labyrinth and you are lost inside."

"On the fifteenth day of the seventh month, a door opens.
The starving dead crawl out, mouths full of dust, and reach for a home that has already forgotten them.
Their stomachs scream for food, but their tongues are heavy and dry, their necks as thin as needles. They lick the tears of the living from the dirt, and sometimes, it is enough to sate them.
But sometimes, the hunger only yawns wider."

Oh my god??!?? 😰

"Waster, waster, turkey baster."

The fuuuuuuck. 😵‍💫😭

Am I unknowingly reading another cannibalism book... 👀

Both of these bitches are creepy. Boffum. 😂

Ash went, “I just flipped the switch (flip, flip)” 👀

"It never occurred to her to doubt her welcome. Such was the gift of a child raised with love."

🥹🥲😭

"'I will not kill my own child,' said the king, looking proud and noble and resolute, which lasted until he folded his lips together and said helplessly, "Someone else will have to do it.'"

HAH! Kings. 🙄😮‍💨

"I wish you knew how hard it is to be a mama. It's the hardest thing in the whole world. It's a promise you make to be perfect and make no mistakes. And to put yourself second until you die. It mutates into this horrible burden. Await you have to carry forever."

My heart breaks reading the shit... because I know their parents out there who say this to their babies.

" I didn't see my eyes anymore. They were fragments of strays who'd come before. I wondered if this is what being a real human was: accepting you were pieces of other people too. The people you loved and the people you hurt."

"Mama looked up, catching me at the window. I searched her expression for something familiar, but I didn't recognize the woman standing in our garden. It's impossible to truly know someone who hides so much of themselves and consumes so much of others.:

"'When you were small, you were so easy to love. You'd do anything for me. Every word I spoke was gospel and you looked at me like I was the most beautiful woman in the world. But something has changed, Little One,' Mama whispered careful and quiet. 'And I'm wondering if it's quite possible that I don't love you the same anymore.'"

Narcissistic moms are fucking brutal.

"Mama had told me she loved me. Eden had told me she loved me. Papa had told me he loved me. But it had all started to fray and lose its meaning, like a wave curling, crashing, and then becoming nothing at all as it disappeared back out to sea."

"Their skin looked as white as snow beneath the water. When the hot sunlight came through the clouds, they shared a kiss. This was true love; fighting and then crashing into one another again like waves."

"Everything happens for a reason. Something too big and too thoughtful for us to conceive. We're just animals, like little rabbits from the woods. Humanity, Margot, it is made up. Or empathy is waning as every second passes because it's not supposed to come so naturally to mortal creatures."