#chaptersnet

[daphnevincent]

hell bent by leigh bardugo

that was the problem with love. it was hard to unlearn, no matter how harsh the lesson.

[wylanvenk]

The Sunshine Court ; Jean's tiny miracles

"What you hold onto is less important than the act of holding on itself. It's so easy to get lost in ourselves and this world. Sometimes you need to find your way back one tiny miracle at a time." "I don't believe in miracles," Jean said. "I have enough faith for us both," Renee promised. "I know one will find you sooner or later."

[alicenthighstower]

kitay was pure. he was the best person she had ever known. kitay shouldn’t know how it felt to call a god of vengeance. kitay was the last thing in the world that was still fundamentally kind and good, and she’d die before she corrupted that.

for @henwilsons, the other half of my soul.

[permanentreverie]

literature moodboards: all for the game trilogy by nora sakavic

"remember this feeling. this is the moment you stop being the rabbit."

[lunaathorne]

every sapphic book i love → this is how you lose the time war by amal el-mohtar and max gladstone

love is what we have, against time and death, against all the powers ranged to crush us down.

[olivermellor]

"come back with me," insisted koschei. "hide inside me, as you did before. i will pile such jewels on your lap. viy can burn this world, if i have you. already the chernosvyat is his. already my country hoists a silver flag. come with me.

[henry-marchbanks]

but beauty - unless she is wed to something more meaningful - is always superficial.

[dallaswinstons]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PERCY JACKSON

Am I a troubled kid? Yeah. You could say that.

[skylessknights]

CHAPTER FIVE → THE SONG OF ACHILLES

His spear, as he began the first pass, moved faster than my eye could follow. It whirled, flashing forward, reversed, then flashed behind. The shaft seemed to flow in his hands, the dark gray point flickered like a snake’s tongue. His feet beat the ground like a dancer, never still. I could not move, watching. I almost did not breathe. His face was calm and blank, not tensed with effort. His movements were so precise I could almost see the men he fought, ten, twenty of them, advancing on all sides. He leapt, scything his spear, even as his other hand snatched the sword from its sheath. He swung out with them both, moving like liquid, like a fish through the waves.

[hidekomoon]

books read in 2024: frankenstein; or, the modern prometheus, mary wollstonecraft shelley

[edwardslovelyelizabeth]

House of Hunger by Alexis Henderson

“I don’t know how you could mistake me for anything more than entirely loyal to you and you only,” said Marion, in a shaking voice, and the tears she’d been fighting back spilled down her cheeks. “Sometimes I feel like I’ve been building you a House out of my own bones. And still, you look at me with so much contempt and mistrust. You complain because there are gaps in the roof of my ribs, and you ask me to give more of myself to fill them. You want my hips to be the bowl you drink from. My shoulders, your bed. My arms, your walls. My legs, the very ground you stand on. You want your fill of my blood whenever you crave it. What more do you want from me?”

[daphnevincent]

ONE DARK WINDOW

a heart of gold can still turn to rot. what he wrote, what he did, was all done for naught. his cards are but weapons, his kingdom now cruel. shepherd of folly, king of the fools.

[duncantashi]

What she needs are stories. Stories are a way to preserve one's self. To be remembered. And to forget. Stories come in so many forms: in charcoal, and in song, in paintings, poems, films. And books. Books, she has found, are a way to live a thousand lives—or to find strength in a very long one

The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue, V. E. Schwab

[alicenthighstower]

happy birthday, @enviies !

you think, as you walk away from le cirque des rêves and into the creeping dawn, that you felt more awake within the confines of the circus. you are no longer quite certain which side of the fence is the dream.

[permanentreverie]

literature moodboards: if we were villains by m. l. rio

"you can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."

[lunaathorne]

every sapphic book i love → the priory of the orange tree by samantha shannon

I would live alone for fifty years to have one day with you.