@librarysource event vi — nostalgic reads

“In the arena, you only get one wish. And it’s very costly. It costs your life. ”

“Oh, no. It costs a lot more than your life. To murder innocent people? It costs everything you are. ”

[The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins]

MEXICAN GOTHIC by Silvia Moreno-Garcia

Silver Nitrate by Silvia Moreno-Garcia

"Every atom in his body demanded that he flee. For a second, he considered it. Considered a world without Montserrat, sterile and icy. Magic is willpower, that’s what Momo said. He didn’t know what that meant, but he knew he needed Momo as much as the flames inside that building needed oxygen to burn...Even if the darkness never ended and swallowed him whole, he’d still run to her."

for those who feel homesick for a place they’ve never been to. those who seek even if they do not know what (or where) it is that they are seeking. those who seek will find. their doors have been waiting for them.

happiest birthday, aish @coultermarisa! ♡

i love you. i love you. i love you. i’ll write it in waves. in skies. in my heart. you’ll never see, but you will know. i’ll be all the poets, i’ll kill them all and take each one’s place in turn, and every time love’s written in all the strands it will be to you. 

“How did I ever find you?” he asked as he moved to her side. “You didn’t. I found you. At the library of the De Villiers, at the party of the Haduiers, and that night I went to Boniface,” she said lightly. He thought that truly it had been so, but that he had also been drifting toward her since the beginning, magnetized, a compass that had spun wildly and then gently settled upon a true north. Not love at first sight, because those fancies were best left for books and songs, but she had extended her hand and invited him to follow her into a dance, and he had found after a few steps that though he had never danced it before, he did not want to stop.

The Beautiful Ones by Silvia Moreno-Garcia

@librarysource event iv - nostalgic reads

THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY by Oscar Wilde

The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself, with desire for what its monstrous laws have made monstrous and unlawful.

@librarysource event III: pride @fictionnet event 06: pride @lgbtqia-litsource event 4: celebrating pride

I have done some of the best work of my life because of you. And I know you have done some of the best work of your life because of me. I don’t know a better way to explain what love means to two people like us.

but that is how a tragedy like ours or king lear breaks your heart—by making you believe that the ending might still be happy, until the very last minute.

for @grayconan <3

@fictionnet event 6: pride.

THE SIX DEATHS OF THE SAINT by Alix E. Harrow

But you rose, as you always did, and you looked into the pool, as you always did. You saw yourself as a sickly child, and you understood once again who you were, and would be, and are now: a woman following her own footprints, a snake eating her own tail, forever.

book alphabet — i for inej ghafa

inej heard the name the dregs preferred for her whispered among their ranks – the wraith

[Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo]

@fictiondaily event 2: pride (pynch). 

tamquam alter idem. (as if a second self).

A Lady's Guide to Fortune-Hunting by Sophie Irwin

“And little though you may care,” he added severely before he shut the door, “in polite society, it is considered highly inappropriate for an unmarried woman to be seen visiting an unmarried man’s house, maid or no maid.” She gave an extravagant roll of her eyes. “Dear lord, city dwellers are easily so scandalized. Do you think it’s the lack of fresh air?”

"so when people say we’re alone in the ether?" "alone in everything. in time and space, in existence, in religion."

Melissa's favorite literature quotes

Frankenstein, Mary Shelley

The whole world runs on blood. Who has good blood. Who has bad blood. Whose blood is shed and whose isn’t. That’s what it all comes down to in the end. And you southerners like to pretend that isn’t true, but you’re just as bloodthirsty as the rest. Blood is everything in the South. It’s everything everywhere.

House of Hunger by Alexis Henderson