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I have no words...I don’t know what to do..."That which was lost, found. That which was found, lost."
— 12 hours, 53 min ago
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Who is crying? ‘What truth, Gabriel?’ Jean-François murmured. ‘That there is nothing that grows as deep on this green earth, nothing that shines as bright in all the gables of heaven, nothing that burns as fierce in the blazing heart of hell, than a parent’s love for their child.’
— 12 hours, 54 min ago
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Hahaha "The goddesses ruined a perfectly good arsehole when they put teeth in yer mouth, didn’t they?”
— 12 hours, 56 min ago
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Wow, the detailed descriptions of every fight and emotion are just soo good. AMAZING WRITING
— 12 hours, 57 min ago
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I think I heard my heart crack in my chest. There's no way this book is so good. I'm gonna start serenading Jay Kristoff soon...
— 12 hours, 58 min ago
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Jean-François smiled. ‘You are not a bastard, de León. You are a cunt.’ ‘Well. You are what you eat, vampire.’
— 13 hours, 3 min ago
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There’s none more terrified of dying than those who live forever.
— 13 hours, 4 min ago
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I want to be Gabe when I grow up!!!
‘“I heard ye were dead, de León.”
‘“Heaven was full. And the devil was afraid to open the door.”
— May 16, 2026 01:24AM
‘“I heard ye were dead, de León.”
‘“Heaven was full. And the devil was afraid to open the door.”
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Uuu, Lachlan enters the chat.
"– late twenties now, more muscular, though he moved quick as ever. He’d added more ink to his aegis too; burning silvered roses now threading along the sides of his skull, glowing thorns and blooms scrolling down his cheek. His wounded hand was gloveless, the letters W I L L etched in silver below his knuckles. Emerald eyes were edged with kohl, but the whites showed no trace of red."
— May 16, 2026 01:20AM
"– late twenties now, more muscular, though he moved quick as ever. He’d added more ink to his aegis too; burning silvered roses now threading along the sides of his skull, glowing thorns and blooms scrolling down his cheek. His wounded hand was gloveless, the letters W I L L etched in silver below his knuckles. Emerald eyes were edged with kohl, but the whites showed no trace of red."

