˗ˏˋnight triumphantˊˎ˗

A Court of Silver Flames - Sarah J Maas

Antagonist - Halsey

“no one was my master — but I might be master of everything, if i wished. if i dared”.

 As if the goddess of Death herself had come.    

It is my turn to use. My turn to hurt. My turn.

the young elites by marie lu.

I saw her, once.         She passed through our village, through fields littered with dead soldiers after her forces overwhelmed the nation of Dumor. Her other Elites followed and then rows of white-robed Inquisitors, wielding the white-and-silver banners of the White Wolf. Where they went, the sky dimmed and the ground cracked—the clouds gathered behind the army as if a creature alive, black and churning in fury. As if the goddess of Death herself had come.         She paused to look down at one of our dying soldiers. He trembled on the ground, but his eyes stayed on her. He spat something at her. She only stared back at him. I don’t know what he saw in her expression, but his muscles tightened, his legs pushing against the dirt as he tried in vain to get away from her. Then the man started to scream. It is a sound I shall never forget as long as I live. She nodded to her Rainmaker, and he descended from his horse to plunge a sword through the dying soldier. Her face did not change at all. She simply rode on.         I never saw her again. But even now, as an old man, I remember her as clearly as if she were standing before me. She was ice personified. There was once a time when darkness shrouded the world, and the darkness had a queen.

“Each day means a new twenty-four hours. Each day means everything’s possible again. You live in the moment, you die in the moment, you take it all one day at a time.”

where they went, the sky dimmed and the ground cracked—the clouds gathered behind the army as if a creature alive, black and churning in fury. as if the goddess of death herself had come. 

As much as the Foxes disliked each other at the times, they disliked their opponents more.

F. Scott Fitzgerald / The Ice Palace

       “You think, as you walk away from Le Cirque des Rêves and into the creeping dawn, that you felt more awake within the confines of the circus. You are no longer quite certain which side of the fence is the dream.”

“Neil Josten,” he mouthed. “Number 10, starting striker, Foxhole Court.”

BADLANDS (Live From Webster Hall): Album cover and tracklist

“Kaz is offered a chance at a deadly heist that could make him rich beyond his wildest dreams. But he can’t pull it off alone… ”

kaz had heard them, too. brekker’s hands were stained with blood. brekker’s hands were covered in scars. brekker had claws and not fingers because he was part demon. brekker’s touch burned like brimstone – a single brush of his bare skin caused your flesh to wither and die. “pick one. they’re all true enough.” 

all for the game ≡ danielle leigh wilds ↳ we’ve lost enough, don’t you think? it’s time to win.