Just For You

I’m a flower just for you. SEVENTEEN – Fallin’ Flower (Korean Ver.)

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You said that you're over this life / And in the darkest of nights / I fear the measures you'll take.

- Caroline Glaser, Leave It Alone

so long, london - taylor swift

graves grow no green that you can use.

gwendolyn brooks

Loss

War hadn’t done it. Captivity. Torture. But loss was something different, because she saw no end to it, only the far horizon, stretching on and on.

- King of Scars, p. 129

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She loved every body, was interested in every body's happiness, quick-sighted to every body's merits; thought herself a most fortunate creature, and surrounded with blessings in such an excellent mother, and so many good neighbours and friends, and a home that wanted for nothing. The simplicity and cheerfulness of her nature, her contented and grateful spirit, were a recommendation to every body, and a mine of felicity to herself.

- a description of Miss Bates, in Emma, Vol. I, Ch. 03.

Emma (2020)

Mortal King

What is a mortal king to a queen who can summon storms? King of Scars, p. 94

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Mystic Prince, Ch. 03.

Get Over It

If I don’t face it, I’ll never get over it.

- King of Scars, p. 60.

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She was all softness and soap; no make-up or jewelry. Her skin had a polished, translucent look, as if she only ever bathed in mountain streams. She smelled like one of those overpriced crafty shops you find in the country towns: sandalwood and lavender.

- a description of Ellen, from The Hypnotist's Love Story, Ch. 01, p. 09.

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The Ceiling Of Qeysarieh by Farshid Ahmadpour.

This is the ceiling of the Qeysarieh Gate in Isfahan, Iran, part of the ceremonial site of the Safavid court and a 400-year-old national mansion protected by UNESCO.

The Chartered Institute of Building (CIOB)

Oh, you make a good show of it. Compromise, patience, an endless performance of good works to prove you are still the confident prince, the brazen privateer, whole and happy and unafraid. All that work to hide the demon. Why?

- King of Scars, p. 388.

In that moment, he wished things might have been different. That he might not die tomorrow. That he could be led by his heart instead of duty. Because Zoya was not kind and she was not easy. But she was already a queen.

- Nikolai Lantsov in King of Scars, p. 365.

There, in the gilded frame, was the image of everything I was supposed to be. Beautiful. Useful. Bendable to everyone’s will. The pale gold-and-silver gown had looked like the ethereal garments of a dream in the evening’s candlelight. It had done its job, making me the creature of a fairy tale. Now, I looked like a ghost. I was tired of being looked at. Assessed. Measured and weighed.

- The Last Legacy, Ch. 19, p. 134.