How many times had he turned to her and said, Come with me? He'd promised her miracles and horrors too, and he'd delivered.
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You are not cursed-you are a reaper. You are the night incarnate, the ferrier of souls. You are the bridge between the living and the dead—a caged bird that's ready to fly. So spread your wings, Signa Farrow, because you are limitless. Spread your wings, and oh, how we'll fly - BELLADONNA, Adalyn Grace
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happy place, emily henry
“love means constantly saying you’re sorry, and then doing better.”
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Iris and Roman - Divine Rivals
Artist: @kelley.mcmorris.art
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“I would love to see your words catch fire with mine.”
Iris and Roman - Divine Rivals
Artist: @celinelavenart
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Late night doodles of a seer and a spymaster
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beanireen18.
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Iris had given their mother's ashes to the field of Avalon Bluff. And she decided somewhere in the east would be more fitting for her brother. A place that was green and promising, with hills that never seemed to end.
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Guess what book I finished last night 👀 Immediately started We Free the Stars. @hafsahfaizal giving us all the feels with these books I can’t.
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“Is that what those things are?” she asked. “Around your wrists and neck? Marks?”
“These?” He leaned forward, and the change in him was instant, the glowing eyes, the curling horns, the broadening of the shoulders. Without meaning to, Alex found herself scooting back in her chair. He was man and then monster in the space of a breath. The golden bands glowed at his wrists and throat.
“Yeah,” she said, trying not to show her fear. “Those.”
“These marks mean I am bound in service. Forever.”
“To hell? To Golgarot?”
He laughed then, the sound deep and cold, the thing at the bottom of the lake.
Hell Bent by Leigh Bardugo, page 412.
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