He could still remember her—small in comparison to his father, exhausted and covered in ash, but thoroughly defiant, heat rippling through the air when she spoke, the stone street shivering with magic.
lit meme: series or books [2/10] ↝ the daevabad trilogy by s.a. chakraborty
i do not believe ambitious men who say the only route to peace and prosperity lies in giving them more power—particularly when they do it with lands and people who are not theirs.
my toxic trait is being fervently convinced that if i ever came across a dragon irl we would make eye contact and understand each other at a primal level of transcendental trust instead of charring me into a crispy onion
All I did was stand there. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think of anything to say. I just… I was so afraid. You think I can still handle things but I’m not who I was. I’m weak. Lately, there are these moments where the fear comes up outta nowhere and my heart feels like it’s stopped. And I have dreams. Every night. What kinda dreams? I don’t know. I can’t remember. I just know that when I wake up, I’ve lost somethin’. I’m failin’ in my sleep. That’s all I do. It’s all I’ve ever done, is fail her again and again.
We thought it was important to show that Joel missed her. That he’s mourning her. In his very simple way, just making a small cairn of rocks to say quietly ”I’m sorry, I blew it. I lost you”. It was important for us to show that he cared. (Craig Mazin)