#arden katherine

[rosiethorns88]

We just had our first decent cold front in Florida this past week, and the cravings for my wintery read list sky rocketed. I still haven't found a genre I love more than a strong-headed MC going toe-to-toe with and 'conquering' a demon of legend. Spinning Silver by Naomi Novik and the Winternight Trilogy by Katherine Arden top this list for me. 

Here, Morozko and Vasya are finally catching each other at the peak of their own character arcs and very slow burn dance, while the world is burning around them.

Highly recommend the audiobook for Kathleen Gati's immersive narration! Prints of this available in my bio link!

[aseaofquotes]

Katherine Arden, The Girl in the Tower

[magicalbookwyvern]

Me every time a scrawny disheveled heroine with dirt under her fingernails and magic in her blood and a guy that is not entirely human and looks so pale he might be dying are forced to form an alliance:

[reputayswift]

"We shall wed her to MOROZKO, the lord of winter. Can any maiden ask for a finer or richer bridegroom? Why, he is master of the white snow, the black firs, and the silver frost! [...] Some say he is naught but a cold, crackling breeze whispering among the firs. Others say he is an old man in a sledge, with bright eyes and cold hands. Others say he is like a warrior in his prime, but robed all in white, with weapons of ice. No one knows." The cold man—the frost-demon—stood in the center of the room, and at least she could look at him. His dark, unruly hair hung to his shoulders. The sardonic face might have belonged to a youth of twenty or a warrior of fifty. Unlike every other man Vasya had ever seen, he was clean-shaven—perhaps that was what gave his face the odd note of youthfulness. Certainly his eyes were old. When she looked into them, she thought, I did not know anything could be that old and live. (x,x)

[sonacava]

morozko from the winternight trilogy ❄️

[viillette]

Men do the work of devils, do they not? It has always been so.

[shebsart]

Come to me now. Make me whole again.

[clockworkbee]

Witch?

—The Girl in the Tower, Katherine Arden

—Circe, Madeline Miller

—Six of Crows, Leigh Bardugo

[nyabaaaaaa]

missing winternight doodle ❄️

[petaltexturedskies]

But though my mind has come to terms with it all, my body hasn't. It has disintegrated into a thousand pieces, and each piece has a different pain.

Katherine Mansfield, from a letter to Virginia Woolf written c. July 1921

[dudlesdudles]

Morozko and Vasya

[imnotgreen-art]

okay so if you are one of my close friends then you know. you KNOW this book has completely taken over my entire life

the warm hands of ghosts by Katherine Arden is an absolute literary masterpiece and it makes me tear up just thinking about it and I canNOT recommend it enough

I drew this piece the other day inspired by one of the special editions (fairyloot, which I snagged a preorder of >:)) and ngl I was just really proud of it idk what to tell you

if you know you know

the book is just breathtaking its set in WW1 and follows one of the most beautifully written bonds between a brother and a sister I have ever seen

I have drawn so much

thank you to @blaithnne for putting up with my nonsense I love you forever

OH ALSO

katherine arden put it on her INSTAGRAM (cried)

So if you see it there that's me :)

She is such a genuinely lovely person

[bangbangwhoa]

books I’ve read in 2024 📖 no. 030

The Warm Hands of Ghosts by Katherine Arden

“Armageddon was a fire in the harbor, a box delivered on a cold day. It wasn't one great tragedy, but ten million tiny ones, and everyone faced theirs alone.”

[raadelma]

"The dark country's empty now. All devils are here."

The Warm Hands of Ghosts - Katherine Arden

[reputayswift]

VASILISA PETROVNA was an ugly little girl: skinny as a reed-stem with long-fingered hands and enormous feet. Her eyes and mouth were too big for the rest of her. Olga called her frog, and thought nothing of it. But the child’s eyes were the color of the forest during a summer thunderstorm, and her wide mouth was sweet. She could be sensible when she wished—and clever—so much so that her family looked at each other, bewildered, each time she abandoned sense and took yet another madcap idea into her head. In truth, VASYA was still awkward, but she had begun growing into her face. The bones were still rough-hewn and overlarge, her mouth still too wide and full-lipped for the rest of her. But she was compelling: the moods passed like clouds over the clear green water of her gaze, and something about her movements, the line of her neck and braided hair, caught the eye and held it. When the light struck her black hair it did not gleam bronze as Marina’s had, but dark red, like garnets caught in the silky strands. (x,x)

[vooruitmariek]

The Bear and the Nightingale - Katherine Arden