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Sweet Jude, you are my dearest punishment.
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“Kiss me again,” he says, drunk and foolish. “Kiss me until I am sick of it.”
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GET TO KNOW THE MEMBERS: BEER
The odd thing about ambition is this: You can acquire it like a fever, but it is not so easy to shed.
favourite book -> the folk of the air triology by holly black
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If you are the sickness, I suppose you can't also be the cure.
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Cardan Greenbriar -> The Folk of the Air series by Holly Black
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He cannot, of course, so he does not.
insp.
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“What could I become if I stopped worrying about death, about pain, about anything? If I stopped trying to belong? Instead of being afraid, I could become something to fear.”
― The Cruel Prince, Holly Black
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“And the single last thing in my head:
that I like him better than I've ever liked anyone and that of all the things he's ever done to me,
making me like him so much is by far
the worst.”
— Holly Black, The Wicked King
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 kiss me until i am sick of it  — for the king and queen of elfhame ( listen )
we trade kisses in the dark, blurred by exhaustion. i don’t expect to sleep, but i do, my limbs tangled with his, the first restful sleep i’ve had since my return from the undersea
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favourite female characters ⋯◦⟡ JUDE DUARTE [the folk of the air]
If you hurt me, I wouldn’t cry. I would hurt you back.
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put aside your mortal ways and your mortal qualms.  ↬  locke. lost sisters by holly black ;
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locke. the folk of the air by holly black  ↬  the faerie & the master of revels ;
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Just come home.
↳ @too-many-aspirations asked: kanej or jurdan
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I have lied and I have betrayed and I have triumphed. If only there was someone to congratulate me.
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cardan greenbriar: if you’re the sickness, i suppose you can’t also be the cure.
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"With Nicasia by his side, Cardan drew others to him, until he formed a malicious little foursome who prowled the isles of Elfhame looking for trouble. They unraveled precious tapestries and set fire to part of the Crooked Forest. They made their instructors at the palace school weep and made courtiers terrified to cross them. Valerian, who loved cruelty the way some Folk loved poetry. Locke, who had a whole empty house for them to run amok in, along with an endless appetite for merriment. Nicasia, whose contempt for the land made her eager to have all of Elfhame kiss her slipper. And Cardan, who modeled himself on his eldest brother and learned how to use his status to make Folk scrape and grovel and bow and beg, who delighted in being a villain. Villains were wonderful. They got to be cruel and selfish, to preen in front of mirrors and poison apples, and trap girls on mountains of glass. They indulged all their worst impulses, revenged themselves for the least offense, and took every last thing they wanted. And sure, they wound up in barrels studded with nails, or dancing in iron shoes heated by fire, not just dead, but disgraced and screaming. But before they got what was coming to them, they got to be the fairest in all the land."
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— the cruel prince (2018)
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