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sleepbeeboys

trc: [what a strange constellation they all were] [the ocean burned] [he danced on the knife’s edge between awareness and sleep. when he dreamt like this, he was a king. the world was his to bend. his to burn] [adam lived in the apartment located above the office of st. agnes catholic church, a fortuitous combination that focused most of the objects of ronan’s worship into one downtown block] [i’m ready, blue. kiss me] [is that all? that’s all there is]

also trc: [wake up, fuckweasel] [i am being perfectly fucking civil] [“what fresh hell is this?” gansey asked pleasantly] [aquamarine is a wonderful colour and i won’t be made to feel bad for wearing it] [yeehaw] [the murder squash song]

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ladyeowyn

@booksociety’s Elementalists event: Touch of Power by Maria V. Snyder “Don’t worry,” I said. “These men are good. They’re going to heal the world.” “But no one likes healers,” Zila said. She was unusually subdued. “If you develop the power, they’ll accept you both. You’re not tainted by the past. You’ll be considered miracles.” I hugged them. “You are miracles.”

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“I want you to stay. I want you to … I want you.” “You want me.” She turned the words over. Gently, she squeezed his hand. “And how will you have me, Kaz?” He looked at her then, eyes fierce, mouth set. It was the face he wore when he was fighting. “How will you have me?” she repeated. “Fully clothed, gloves on, your head turned away so our lips can never touch?”“I will have you without armour, Kaz Brekker. Or I will not have you at all.”

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