read in 2024: the inheritance games by jennifer lynn barnes
He left you the fortune, Avery, and all he left us is you.
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- c.s. lewis, 1954
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“I don’t want to make your coffee anymore, Paul.”
“I don’t want you to either. I’ve actually gotten really good at making it for myself.” He waits for me to play along, offer a retort, and when I don’t, he clears his throat.
- The Project by Courtney Summers
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“You did this,” he cried. “You killed us all! You’re a monster! You’re evil!” He tried to say more: she had betrayed everyone in the kingdom of Celdaria, everyone in the world. She was supposed to be the Sun Queen, their savior and protector. And yet she had become the Blood Queen. The Kingsbane. The Lady of Death.
FURYBORN by Claire Legrand
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"You're testing me. You shouldn't."
"Why not? You're the perfect hero, aren't you?"
"I'm not your salvation."
— Dark Heir by CS Pacat
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Cantoras by Caro De Robertis
"She looked out at the landscape, now cloaked in the last dregs of twilight. A beauty she could never get used to, never wanted to get used to, though she longed to know it in every light and mood."
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endless amount of favorite character aesthetics:
No longer a Maiden, not quite a Wise One. Her entire identity had been wrapped up in those spears, her self forged into their steel as surely as the carbon that strengthened them. She had grown from childhood certain that she would be Far Dareis Mai. Indeed, she had joined the Maidens as soon as possible. the gathering storm. brandon sanderson/robert jordan.
↳ aviendha - the wheel of time. by robert jordan
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“Omnia dicta fortiori si dicta Latina.”
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some books read in 2024: the sword of kaigen, m.l. wang
Misaki tied the obsidian sword at her hip and realized how much she had ached for its weight there. A baby just wasn’t the same.
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It began to snow. The low clouds made a grey ceiling for the city; the snow muffled the noise of the cars until it became almost rhythmical; a steady, shushing noise, like the sound of tides beating endlessly on marble walls.
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some books read in 2024: lonely castle in the mirror by mizuki tsujimura, translated by philip gabriel
“You're battling every single day, aren't you?”
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