#nightshade books

[bookishdecaffgentlemen]

Just a snapshot of what I have in my personal library of rare macabre and ghost and supernatural books. I also have many paperback editions including mystery and detective fiction for the lighthearted.

[backsurasy]

could you draw Zöe and Thalia?

Capture the flag

[wowthatsextra]

Daily reminder that Sally Jackson got a happy ending, as she deserved

[heavensincarnate1111]

WRATH OF THE TRIPLE GODDESS DROPS IN A MONTH IM SO PUMPEDDD

[1800-lemon-boy]

Friendly reminder that Zöe nightshade was older than Artemis and the first hunter.

<33

[theladyjojogrant]

[mrperiwinkl3]

Friend Groups on Earth-Four

[buckethatjedi]

Alex Rider pumpkin my beloved 🫶

I will cherish him forever!! Especially since this took me 4 hours to carve LMFAO

Logo I referenced:

[badalexridermemes]

[suncaaaa]

I was wondering... Are the Romans aware that Atlas wasn't under the sky for a while?

[bad-comic-art]

Captain America #406 (1992)

[bookishdecaffgentlemen]

Conference with the Dead by Terry Lamsley (1941 -)

This edition of Conference with the Dead is limited to 175 copies, all of which has been signed by Terry Lamsley and Ramsey Campbell.

Cover illustration by J.K. Potter

[daughter-of-the-dead]

Why is it that in the third book of every riordanverse trilogy the best people die. In The Titans Curse Zoe and Bianca died. In The Burning Maze Jason Grace dies. In The Mark of Athena all of the readers die when Uncle Rick pulls that mad cliffhanger (literally)....

[wowthatsextra]

Percy Jackson my Feminist Icon™

[heavensincarnate1111]

plz where are my zoe nightshade enthusiasts AT!!!! plz come forth because zoe’s character is soo underrated even tho she’s so incredibly important to the story

she’s the first confirmed death in the titan war, she’s a main reason as to why thalia becomes a hunter which leads to percy getting the prophecy, and if it wasn’t for her atlas most likely wouldn’t have gotten trapped holding the sky again!!

zoe nightshade HOW I LOVE THEE!! <333

[orangeshipper]

Only O’LiamRoe remained by Margaret Lennox’s side as the doors reopened and in the shadows a man came to stand, fair, lightly made and dimly sparkling, like crystal half-seen in the dark, a young page carrying a baton at his back. Then he moved out into the fine room and the monkey, shrilling, dropped on to the cloth of gold tabard, thick and dazzling as the sun on the sea. ... O'LiamRoe looked at the Countess. Her unusually bleached good looks which he had been admiring a moment before had given way to a sudden queer heightening of her splendour. She drew a long, unsteady breath. The air, which had been alive as an eel bath with brilliant unchosen words, became abruptly quite dead. ... Turning, he looked at Vervassal again. The shrillness of temperament you might have suspected from that opening sentence was not in fact there; rather there was, nearly concealed, a sort of residual power, clear as blown glass, piercing and concentrated as a needle of ice. O’LiamRoe became conscious that the man was looking at him, and turned away. The herald’s gaze turned to Lady Lennox, who, O’LiamRoe could not know, saw none of these things: saw an untouched boy’s face of eight years before and another, more recent, with the new hammer-shapes of leadership plainly on it. And now here was a face she had never quite seen, circumstances she did not know, an intellect she recognized, an illness he could not easily hide, pressed and frozen together into a detachment as dark and icy as O’LiamRoe’s, for example, was shallow and warm. For all these reasons, for the surge of a blind force within her that she had throttled all these years before and abandoned for dead, Margaret Lennox looked back at Lymond and was silent.

- Queens Play, Part 3 VI London: The Nettle and the Venom