To Kill a Kingdom by Alexandra Christo
love is a word we scarcely hear in the ocean. it exists only in my song and on the lips of the princes i’ve killed. and i have never heard it from my mother’s mouth.
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To Kill a Kingdom by Alexandra Christo
love is a word we scarcely hear in the ocean. it exists only in my song and on the lips of the princes i’ve killed. and i have never heard it from my mother’s mouth.
BOOKS WE LOVED IN MIDDLE SCHOOL : The Hunger Games
What must it be like, I wonder, to live in a world where food appears at the press of a button? How would I spend the hours I now commit to combing the woods for sustenance if it were so easy to come by? What do they do all day, these people in the Capitol, besides decorating their bodies and waiting around for a new shipment of tributes to rill in and die for their entertainment? (insp.)
the golden boy and the jade girl;
At college when people asks us how we met, how will we answer them? The short story is, we grew up together. But that’s more Josh’s and my story. High school sweethearts? That’s Peter and Gen’s story. So what’s ours then?
I suppose I’ll say it all started with a love letter.
March book haul 📚💕
“No book is really worth reading at the age of ten which is not equally – and often far more – worth reading at the age of fifty and beyond.” C.S. Lewis
Pink & White books!
Books & Cupcakes • Book Photo Challenge • July • Day 30
New Favourite
the queen of the tearling by erika johansen
Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Maas
Oh Peter, I am not naive, I see the way you look at her, You don’t do that for me, Oh it must be love, And we both know it’s not with us,
– ‘P.S. I Still Love You’ by Jenny Han // 'Peter’ by Daughter
War has begun. Arin is in the thick of it, with the East as his ally and the empire as his enemy. He’s finally managed to dismiss the memory of Kestrel, even if he can’t quite forget her. Kestrel turned into someone he could no longer recognize: someone who cared more for the empire than for the lives of innocent people—and certainly more than she cared for him. At least, that’s what he thinks. But far north lies a work camp where Kestrel is a prisoner. Can she manage to escape before she loses herself? As the war intensifies, both Kestrel and Arin discover unexpected roles in battle, terrible secrets, and a fragile hope. The world is changing. The East is pitted against the West, and Kestrel and Arin are caught between. In a game like this, can anybody really win?
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High Fantasy / Epic Fantasy - Fantasy fiction set in or involving an alternative, entirely fictional (“secondary”) world, rather than the real, or “primary” world.
Good stuff
The Fjerdan Drüskelle & the Grisha Heartrender In all his dreams, he hunted her, sometimes through the new green meadows of spring, but usually through the ice fields, dodging boulders and crevasses with unerring steps. Always he chased, and always he caught her. In the good dreams, he slammed her to the ground and throttled her, watching the life drain from her eyes, heart full of vengeance—finally, finally. In the bad dreams, he kissed her In these dreams, she didn’t fight him. She laughed as if the chase was nothing but a game, as if she’d known he would catch her, as if she’d wanted him to and there was no place she’d rather be than beneath him. She was welcoming and perfect in his arms. He kissed her, buried his face in the sweet hollow of her neck. Her curls brushed his cheeks, and he felt that if he could just hold her a little longer, every wound, every hurt, every bad thing would melt away.
- Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo
It distracted him for a moment from noticing that the girl was small. Slight.
Absurd. It was absurd to think that someone like that could have any power over him. Yet she would, if she won the auction. He wanted her to. The thought swept Arin with a merciless, ugly joy. He’d never seen her before, but he guessed who she was: Lady Kestrel, General Trajan’s daughter. The crowd heard her bid. And at once it seemed that Arin was worth something after all. – The Winner’s Crime by Marie Rutkoski