@literatureladies mission 07 : archetypes — emilia di carlo as the survivor
You always have the power of choice, even when those choices seem limited. Never forget that.
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@storyseekers event 13: florals
if he lost the respect of these white flowers around him, he lost his status. if he was no longer roma montagov, heir of the white flowers, then he could not protect those he actually cared to keep safe. — these violent delights, by @chloegong
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Noah Czerny
“He couldn't remember the first time he'd made this choice. It was hard, now, to remember what was remembering and what was actually repeating. He wasn't even certain now which he was doing.
He quietly slid from time.”
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@librarysource event III: - pride
OLIVER MARKS & JAMES FARROW, If We Were Villains
Were you in love with him?’ ‘Yes,’ I say, simply. James and I put each other through the kind of reckless passions Gwendolyn once talked about, joy and anger and desire and despair. After all that, was it really so strange? I am no longer baffled or amazed or embarrassed by it. ‘Yes, I was.’ It’s not the whole truth. The whole truth is, I’m in love with him still.
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I would take all of you anywhere with me.
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“There’s nothing better than a little danger dashed with some romance.”
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“You are not mine to take.” He brushed his lips against mine. Softly, so softly I might have imagined them there. My eyes fluttered shut. He could persuade me to build a steamship to the moon when he kissed me. We could orbit the stars together. “You are yours to give.”
Stalking Jack the Ripper by Kerri Maniscalco
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THOMAS CRESSWELL [Stalking Jack the Ripper series by @kerrimaniscalco ]
Thomas lifted his hand to my face, carefully stroking trails of fire across my jawline. “True, I want your father’s approval. But I want your permission. No one else’s. This can’t work any other way. You are not mine to take.” He brushed his lips against mine. Softly, so softly I might have imagined them there. My eyes fluttered shut. He could persuade me to build a steamship to the moon when he kissed me. We could orbit the stars together. “You are yours to give.”
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@novelsnet event 10: ghosts — noah czerny
❝ depending on where you began the story, it was about noah czerny.❞
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Love's stories written in love's richest books. To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.
@emiliadicarlos: make me choose between romeo & juliet or [ a midsummer nights dream ]
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Flame of the West, the Sword that was Broken, the Sword Reforged.
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alphabet edits — d for declan lynch, requested by @ofdeepfears
declan was a collector of beautiful, specific phrases that he would not let himself use in public, and the possessor of an illuminated, specific smile no one would ever see.
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astra inclinant, sed non obligant; the stars incline us, they do not bind us…
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the night circus; the circus arrives without warning. no announcements precede it. it is simply there, when yesterday it was not.
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@grishaverseonline valentine’s gift exchange for @lihaaz - kaz and inej.
He’d told her they would fight their way out. Knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that’s what we do. She would fight for him, but she could not heal him. She would not waste her life trying.