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I shall never forget the last glimpse which I had of the inn-yard and its crowd of picturesque figures, all crossing themselves, as they stood round the wide archway, with its background of rich foliage of oleander and orange trees in green tubs clustered in the centre of the yard.

by @moirainesedai

“The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.” ― Jane Austen

no one knew where he came from. he’d become kaz brekker, cripple and confidence man, bastard of the barrel.

there's plenty of sense in nonsense sometimes, if you wish to look for it

what i did next was so impulsive and dangerous i should've been named adhd poster child of the year.

adam was not always alone, but he was always lonesome. even in a group, he was slowly perfecting the skill of holding himself separate. it was easier than one might expect; the others allowed him to do it. he knew he was different since aligning himself more tightly with the ley line this summer. he was himself, but more powerful. himself, but less human. if he were them, he would silently watch him draw away, too. it was better this way. he had not fought with anyone for so long. he had not been angry for weeks.

insp.

she received honour also in starry heaven, and is honoured exceedingly by the deathless gods.

he loves her. of this he’s certain. he loves her laugh; that sharp, sudden sound; the cynical laugh that always comes too quick, like it’s ripped out of her. he loves her quick, confident grin. he loves her resilience, her bravery, even her impulsiveness. she’s everything he’s not: unbound, reckless, free. he’s never known anyone like her. she terrifies him, and he loves her so much it hurts.