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“What bound them together? Greed? Desperation? Was it the knowledge that if one or all of them disappeared tonight, no one would come looking?”

❝ she was not a lynx or a spider or even the wraith. she was inej ghafa, and her future was waiting above. ❞

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                                july 5, happy birthday @reynarellanos!

welcome to ketterdam, vic @hazelslevesques <3

“A liar, a thief, and utterly without conscience. But he'll keep to any deal you strike with him.”

we learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. we learn to wring magic from the ordinary. that was how you survived when you weren't chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. when the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway.