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Kaz Brekker, Inej Ghafa, Jesper Fahey

He understood then. The Grisha lived as shadows did, passing over the surface of the world, touching nothing, forced to change their shapes and hide in corners, driven by fear as shadows were driven by the sun. No safe place. No haven. There will be, he promised in the darkness, new words written upon his heart. I will make one.

“You’re not leaving me here alone,” I say. Because if he dies, I’ll never go home, not really. I’ll spend the rest of my life in this arena, trying to think my way out.

“wooow,” julian crooned, head bobbing in a nod as he looked between the two of them. “you guys are really shitty witches.”

 the night circus, erin morgenstern 

will you betray the people you call friends again?

some things are too terrible to grasp at once. other things— naked, sputtering, indelible in their horror— are too terrible to really grasp ever at all. It is only later, in solitude, in memory that the realization dawns: when the ashes are cold; when the mourners have departed; when one looks around and finds oneself— quite to one’s surprise— in an entirely different world.

And then I was a careless fool, and I fell in love with you anyway. When you rang me at truly shocking hours of the night, I loved you. When you kissed me in disgusting public toilets and pouted in hotel bars and made me happy in ways in which it had never even occurred to me that a mangled-up, locked-up person like me could be happy, I loved you. And then, inexplicably, you had the absolute audacity to love me back. Can you believe it? Sometimes, even now, I still can’t.

She was the Queen of Mourning, and in its depths, she would never drown.

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Hogwarts Houses

↳ to be careful with people and with words was a rare and beautiful thing.

the way henry’s looking at him in the picture is so affectionate, so openly loving, that seeing it from a third person’s perspective almost makes alex want to look away, like he’s staring into the sun. he called henry the north star once. that wasn’t bright enough.

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Blue was a little in love with all of them. Their magic. Their quest. Their awfulness and strangeness. Her raven boys.

“It will all work out. Let Kaz do what he does best.” “He’s horrible.” “But effective. Being angry at Kaz for being ruthless is like being angry at a stove for being hot. You know what he is.”