Lyctor? I hardly know her!

thinking about ianthe and harrow sacreligiously indulging each other by using last names, sinning and scrambling for scraps of the pre-canonized selves neither of them thought they would miss. the selves that were tied down by something as ephemeral and ridiculous as filial piety and blood. it’s over and done and we can’t go back and don’t tell god but please just say my name out loud

They’ve been doing what

hey guysss so unfortunately the rumors are true and im leaving the narrative. Buttt the good news is my absence will create such a gaping hole in your lives that it will become a sort of presence itself, and so in a way it will kind of be like i never left! But i am. Leaving just to be clear.

the luminous dead is one of the only horror books to make me feel a horrible sense of dread all the way through reading it

my expedition director told me caves keep eating her cavers so I asked how many cavers she has and she says thirty-five originally but twenty-seven died so she just goes to a shelter and gets a new caver afterwards and I said it just sounds like you're feeding cavers to caves and she went quiet on the line