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angels-force · 2 years

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I had high hopes before reading this book. I knew Leigh Bardugo’s work well and always closed her books sobbing violently and still processing the brilliance of her endings. And, not to my surprise, this book was no different. Ninth House was an elegant blending of genres jam-packed with history, magic, secret societies, and murder mysteries that only made me more eager to dive into the world of the Houses of the Veil.

Ninth House is an adult fantasy book set at Yale University in New Haven, Connecticut. It follows Galaxy “Alex” Stern as she experiences a rapid change in her life from drug addict to Yale student after she was found unconscious with deadly amounts of fentanyl in her system; she was a survivor of a multiple homicide with the victims being her old friends.

She’s not just a Yale student however. Alex was recruited by Lethe, a secret society of Yale that oversees the magic of the Houses of the Veil, societies that foster the most influential people of the world and help them gain power through dark magic.

Bardugo’s incorporation of the real history of New Haven only adds to the mystery of this book, creating a world too realistic to be fantasy, but too magical to be true. With appearances by St. Elmo’s, Scroll and Key, Book and Snake, and Wolf’s Head – all real societies at Yale – the story teeters between truth and fiction. New Haven does have its fair share of ghost stories. With its history of ghost sightings and strange murders, the city makes the story all the more realistic, even with its heavy use of dark magic, though the magic never feels out of place. The written version of New Haven seems as alive as the real city would, and it breathes mystery and magic.

It is Bardugo’s brilliant writing and mastery of storytelling, foreshadowing, and plot that makes this book so exciting to read.

I highly recommend Bardugo’s work, especially Ninth House, as a wonderfully-crafted world with characters you will cheer for even in their most morally-gray moments. Ninth House, like all of Bardugo’s books, is not a book you can just put down for months on end, and even if you did, I suggest picking it up again: the end is worth it.

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ao-ihinata · 1 year

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when I say I like Valerian more than Locke as a bully character, it's kinda because I imagine him like tom glynn-carney's portal of Aegon Ⅱ from HOTD

there's this one scene in htkoelths where Cardan and the gang are in fight or flight mode and Valerian comes in and is all "awesome party dude. listen, I may or may not have killed your brother's guest by lighting them on fire because they are made out of wood " in this really bubbly tone that brakes the tension and I laugh every time

and tom's portal of Aegon served that energy. not the "I was emotionally neglected by my parents"part but the "he's a shitty asshole but he's got his charming bits" part and there's actually a very small part of me that is disappointed that he died as a very one-dimensional character. although he might have turned out as Balekin 2.0

#tom glynn carney #fyp #the folk of the air #cardan greenbrier #jude duarte #the cruel prince #holly black #jurdan #the queen of nothing #the wicked king #Valerian #locke #balekin greenbriar #how the king of elfhame learned to hate stories #htkoelths #house of the dragon #hotd #Aegon Ⅱ

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electraheartxoxo · 1 year

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aegon ii is cardan greenbriar coded and no one can change my mind 💚🖤

#the cruel prince #cardan greenbriar #aegon ii targaryen #aegon the second #house of the dragon

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thatoldbooksmellsstuff · 6 months

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When Achilles said "And though the dead forget the dead in the house of Hades, even there I shall still remember my beloved companion" and Lemony Snicket said "I will love you as misfortune loves orphan, as fire loves innocence and justice loves to stil and watch while everything goes wrong" And when Franz Kafka said "Love is that you are the knife which i plunge into my self" And when Cardan Greenbriar said "My heart is a shabby, worm eaten, scabrous thing. But it is yours"

#the illiad #achilles #patroclus #lemony snicket #a series of unfortunate events #franz kafka #letters to milena #cardan greenbriar #jude duarte #folk of the air #what is love?#everything everything

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sapphire-amaryllis · 6 months

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One thing I love about Cardan Greenbriar is that the man is a spoiled bitch.

In most media with prince/royal characters, they are depicted as kind men who, despite their royal upbringing, are down to earth and have no interest in being royalty at all. They would rather be adventuring the world with no royal responsibilities. They are usually skilled with weapons or at least know how to fight.

But Cardan is mean and self admittedly cruel. Though he doesn't like the responsibilities of a crown, he sure as hell loves to wear one and reap the benefits from it. When Jude was interrogating him he litterally said "I don't give a shit if my brother is king, just set me up with a nice house with nice things where I don't have to do anything." He won't fight or learn swordsmanship, but learns how to steal and pick-pocket, skills that a king never would need because, ya know, he's a KING. But he's extra like that

It's honestly refreshing to see this kind of prince character. Not that the down to earth type is bad, but people seem to be afraid to make the rich and powerful in their stories like being rich and powerful. And, on top of that, afraid to make their characters realistic products of their upbringing. Cardan was not raised with kindness and gentleness, was always told he was better because of what and who he is. So it makes sense he turned out to be a spoiled pretty boy with a severe attitude with a shameful crush on his biggest enemy.

But he's OUR spoiled pretty boy with a severe attitude with a shameful crush on his biggest enemy 😌

#cardan greenbriar #jude duarte #the cruel prince #the wicked king #the folk of the air #jurdan #prince cardan #book tok #the queen of nothing

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ur-mousey · 4 months

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Shot in the Dark ~

Jude Durate x Cardan Greenbiar

summary Morden AU, Jude remembers a steamy night of fun with Cardan. 2.1k warning mature, flashback smut, softcore possessive, breast fondling, steamy makeout.

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Jude Durate nocked the arrow into place. Her stance held rigid as she breathed in deep. Her skin prickled, haggard by the sun's rays. And the whirlwind that was her raged mind never ceased to calm. Too much had pissed her off this week.

She had known outright that a relationship with Locke would turn out less than hopeful.

He was dumb teenage fun. Dry humps in the back of his truck after stealing vodka shots from the party of the week. His chest had felt like a feather pushed against hers when she desired friction. Always, his hands, so desperate, reached for hers to touch his bulge. When she meant to overpower him, his lithe tongue found refuge by hitting the back of her throat, which caused her to battle against his pursuit.

Dumb teenage fun.

Cardan Greenbriar was more... Encompassing. However, she would never allow herself to imagine a future with him either.

Both of them had tormented her and her twin for their illegitimate seat at the Madoc Estate. She lived like them since the age of six. And, it was never enough to make her one of them

The gothic manor she had inhabited, with more rooms than there were people inside, didn't impress. Nor was her ability to attend the same private school. Or dress her hair in braids and beads. Nor was her conquest to dominate many sports get her any praise.

All because she was a bastard child?

She fucking doubted that.

There was something else about her that made her insignificant to them. Madoc called her weak. He'd beaten her down countless times until she could land a satisfying blow. She wasn't stunning like Nicasia, the gem of the sea, or psychotic-like Valerian. She felt little need to be manipulative like Locke, or to be as cruel as Cardan.

Cardan, Cardan, Cardan. Cardan this. Cardan that. Like a vermin, he seeped his way into everything.

How dare he?

Locke wasn’t much of anything. He’d chased a story where he pitted sister against sister. Being a silent observer of betrayal because he found himself too boring. That fiasco was years ago and whatever hurt had faded into the backdrop until times like these.

Cardan was the reason she found herself here.

Jude has been shooting all day. She drew from the quiver strapped to her back, nocked the arrow, and released the shot until it became monotonous. Canaries and quails fell victim, struck from atop trees, or while diving for the stream to escape the heat. Their corpses were then tied and dealt with before she placed them in the travel cooler at her side. Now, she stared ahead, left hip held forward towards the unaware hare some feet away. It rubbed its face in between nibbles of grass blades. Its head swiveled at the drop of acorns mistaken as footsteps.

She couldn't waste any more time. Jude adjusted her feet, re-curled her fingers around the bow, and pulled at the sting. She ended the hare's life. The arrow plunged into its side. Like that hare, all her life Jude Durate was meant to play as a defenseless little thing, prey for the taking.

When in actuality she was something to be feared.

Nicasia had drugged her in front of her peers where she found herself on her knees in front of Cardan. Locke made prom a spectacle where his date, Jude, stood on the sidelines as he revealed in tender kisses, not of her lips, but, of the pious Taryn Durate. Valerian more than the rest had tried to tame the beast he saw behind her feral eyes.

But she'd always slept afraid. And, Valerian was dealt revenge worse than the rest. Their family names are tarnished or lost with their life.

Cardan complicated things the minute she tread too close. At a house party hosted by Cardan years after they went their separate ways. Jude found herself in arms with Madoc and her stepmother, guided into the lustrous golden arches of the Greenbriar manor. Twine held everything together.

Chrysanthemums stamped the floor. Each tile became a monument of flowers held in time by resin casings. Since his family's murder, Cardan decorated with fever, white rabbits and ticking clocks filled the space between the doors and walls. Portraits of his father were replaced with him seated with a crown of thorns, his ethereal beauty highlighted.

"Darling Jude, could you follow me?" Cardan made his appearance from the shadows. His feline features quirked in a welcoming smile. "I've waited for your arrival more than I care to admit." Jude pouted but accepted his outstretched hand. He pressed her knuckles to his lips. He lingered there while sinking his eyes into her. She tensed at the sensation of his teeth grazing her calloused skin before nipping at her fingertips.

"What are you doing?" Jude hurried her arms to her side.

"Oh... Something that I should have done long ago."

He dragged her to his barren room. The closet door swung wide with collared shirts and tweed jackets hung. However, a mound of clothes could be seen kicked under his bed. There, sat in its lonesome corner, a floor lamp pushed soft warm lighting into the space. The only thing filled with life was his bookshelf, filled with titles she had never seen. Even his brown comforter lacked a human touch. "You are free to leave whenever. But, please look around, darling Jude."

"Free to leave?" Jude scoffed, "What the fuck? What would you do if I didn't want to play your game?"

Cardan gently twirled Jude around by her shoulder. She sighed, he's treating her like a pet, she thought. Her hands clenched as she made the effort to refrain from decking him in the face. "I see you wore the dress I sent. Should I say, good girl?" Cardan's thumb trailed down her back, exposed by its v-line. He brought her back into his chest. His drunken breath played tricks on her skin. "If you do decide to leave, I'll find other ways of getting what I want."

"And what would that be?"

"Hint, I'll start with the bookcase if I were you," Cardan whispered, sauntering by to take perch on the edge of his bed. Jude tilted her head which he acknowledged with the same gesture. He undid his collar and began unbuttoning his shirt. And with a scoff of his own, he bellowed, "Buttons are the bane of all outfits."

With reluctance, Jude strode to the opposite wall, the click of her heels echoed in her ear. She had no reason to believe that the dress she'd worn that evening was sent by him. She had assumed Oriana, her stepmother, laid it out for her on her childhood bed. The fabric of the skirt flowed pin straight to the ground. Her breasts were held tight by the fabric, showcased by the heart-shaped neckline, whose trim was finished with gold embroidery.

The sleeves were cut down the middle from the crease of her elbow and looked as if it could merge with the skirt. The gown hugged her silhouette comfortably. How did he know her size? More importantly, what would be his intentions? Cardan was born with more even if he wasn't seen as the heir to his father's wealth. He belonged. There was nothing for him to gain from her. Did he mean to humiliate her in some way? Is that why she's here. It had to be a joke on her part. The hues of blue moved throughout the dress like a story, images of the forest were embroidered into the skirts, its branches reaching to touch the tip of her nipples. Silvered-shaped stars hid themselves, playing peek-a-boo with all who would want to search for them. It was tailored to her taste and with pockets in random nooks.

It took Jude little effort to find the most suspicious thing on Cardan's bookshelf. Alice and Wonderland sat there worn and in her face. Out of all the novels, it seemed the most childlike on his shelf. She made her way to Cardan, standing in front of him. "Is this it?"

"Not quite," He quipped. "It's what's inside that you'll find interesting." Cardan tapped the spine, adorning her ruby ring which she had on in the banquet hall. "Well? Hurry on, you keep me in suspense."

"Cardan... I don't like your games."

"It is merely a surprise."

"Let me rephrase. I like nothing when it comes to you." Cardan eyes met Jude's in a mid-languid blink. Like a cat, she thought.

Jude flipped through pages until she came across a folded note. Her eyes furrowed at what was sprawled across, her name, over and over:

Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude. And then some.

Stains inked the paper along her name. Blood splattered and dried alongside spurts of... cum? What the fuck?

Did he hate her that much? But, would you do that to someone you hate? She surely hated Cardan and her friends but she never made a display of their name. "What is this?" Jude threw the novel aside on the nightstand. She shook the paper in his face.

"Surprise... that's it."

"Now you're out of words?!"

Cardan shuddered, kneading the palm of his hands into his pant legs. "I have always been afraid of you," He confessed. "I have hated myself for less, but mostly because I wanted you."

Jude threw the paper at Cardan's feet. "You have some nerve... And a cruel way of showing you like someone."

"Darling Jude," Cardan gripped her waist. His fingers glazed over her plump bum. "I could be good for you... To you." He nuzzled his head into her stomach trailing kisses along to her left hip bone.

Jude faltered in step to Cardan's motion. She swung her legs over his waist and lifted his face to reach her lips. He tasted like sour wine and it intoxicated her. She knew not much of kisses. There was Locke but it was years away and didn't feel as forbidden as this. His cruel mouth was soft against hers, and his eyelashes shuddered against her cheek. He reached his other hand up to her ears and he tugged at the upper bit before biting down. He sucked her lips into his mouth, and the warmth of his lip ring brushed her lower lips. Teeth smacked and she wanted to laugh. Cardan lolled his tongue over hers which he gave up power to be dominated by her.

She pushed down on his chest till he lay there flat. Cardan reached for her lips to stay connected with his, however, Jude parted. Being witness to his face, desperately red, sent shivers down Jude's front. Cardan hiked her skirt up and encouraged her movements. She let herself buck her hips against his growing cock.

"Is that what you imagined?" Jude could only imagine the silver on his cheeks staining hers.

"No, and I rather not say."

"Why? Did you imagine more?" Jude tugged the collar of her dress. Her glorious cups spilled out for him to see. Cardan eyes widened and he looked like a deer caught in headlights. "Now you look scared?"

"I told you that you terrify me." Cardan reached both hands to pinch around her areoles. She would say that his touch felt reverent if she didn't know better, but she did. "Alas, I didn't believe I would get this far." He chuckled lightly, guiding her hands to wrap around his throat. Jude gave an experimental squeeze and Cardan breathed out deep.

Mocking, Jude parroted his earlier statement, "I'll find other ways of getting what I want."

NONNONONONONONO!!! Jude kicked at the ground like a toddler throwing a tantrum. Her cheeks burned deep into the skin. He played her, right? How dare he?! It made no sense. Jude hung her head while she packed the hare into the cooler and began to make the trek back to the manor's stable where she'll ponder and get more furious. And, where she'll replay more vivid scenes.

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Cardan saluted to the groundskeeper who pointed him down the dirt path to where he was sure to find Jude. He has let her be a full week. Longer than he wanted, but he knew Jude like the back of his hand.

Jude, Jude, Jude, everything about her screamed to him. He twirled her precious ring from finger to finger. This time, he's on a mission to engrave her taste on his tongue.

.............................. Thank you for reading! Accidentally deleted this upload but here it is again! Please leave suggestions! And possible part two because I didn't truly deliver on smut.

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NEXT JURDAN POST: Song Writer! Cardan x Jude

#jurdan #jurdan smut #soft yandere #smut #smut fic #the folk of the air #the cruel prince #the wicked king #the queen of nothing #imagine your otp #jude x cardan #tfota

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beloved-daydreams · 8 months

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Y'all we actually NEED to talk about how loving and caring Wren actually is. Like, from her flashbacks with Bex (Rebecca) we know that she was the emotional shy kid. That her sister would bring her to hang-out with her friends (maybe because Wren didn't have any or too little.) And how she would always play the role her sister would give her.

Flash forward to the present, Wren:

Breaks into the house of her family at night only to eat food from their garbage and maybe do the dishes sometimes. Like???? That's SO unnecessarily nice. Imagine thinking a monster is downstairs only to find out in the morning that the dishes are clean, the laundry has been folded, the place has been cleaned... like what??

She would practice by reading Bex's textbooks to try to educate herself on her own

Breaks the curses put on humans to spite the Faeries (but also I bet she wants to protect humans and be useful to them, like she wishes someone would've been to her) not to mention she's been doing that for YEARS without anyone's thanks. They just get scared and run away

Collects purely sentimental stuff, never does she steal many things that could make her life easier, never does she glamour humans for malicious reasons (and besides, like she said, she's not good at it because her education both in the human world and in the fae world has been lacking)

Again: always eats from garbage, never or rarely fresh stuff she could easily snatch from anyone she wants

Freed some prisoners because she felt like it wasn't right to keep them locked (and well, other more logical reasons BUT I believe 80% of the time Wren is purely acting on her feelings) like, "oh?? I kissed Oak but now he's dancing with other girls? Okay Hyacinthe must be right then, Oak is just a manipulative whore >:( how dare he play with my feeling??"

Felt happy for having Gwen care about her despite them never interacting much to begin with. Just getting those text messages was enough

Probably lots of other stuff I forgot

Anyway, the point is that: Wren is sweet and sentimental and emotional and she knows it. It makes so much sense that she's scared shitless of loving Oak because she KNOWS her feelings are strong. It's what she acts upon most of the time, it's what leads her decisions.

And now she just gave in to some of her "darker" feelings. That feeling of destruction she talked about.

Anyway. Sorry but I'm FERAL over the fact that Wren is just SO full of love yet she receives so little. We need to change that real quick cause now she got everything. Mellith's heart, Mab's bones and Greenbriar blood (Oak). Girlie could literally make anything happen so if we don't want Elfhame's doom, please give her lots of cuddles and appreciation and love. Thank you.

On a side note: I am actually SO scared for Wren's story to end badly. I suppose not but I've only read The Folk of The Air trilogy from Holly Black so I'm not sure how she usually writes her other stories. Please someone reassure me haha :')

#the stolen heir #the folk of the air #tfota #Elfhame #wren #suren #queen suren #the prisoner's throne #oak greenbriar

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