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Julian was achingly beautiful, but in the way a thunderstorm was beautiful — wild, rough, electric.  And bound to leave destruction in his wake.

Despite her words of warning, Maritza didn’t seem worried about getting into a heap of trouble. In fact, she looked downright excited. Dark eyes wide, a devilish grin played across her lips that Yadriel knew all too well.

@projectliterature​ event 03 : adaptations   —  good omens      Something told him that something was coming to an end. Not the world, exactly. Just the summer. There would be other summers, but there would never be one like this. Ever again.

Maybe it was the feel of the dagger in his hand or the magic he now knew flowed through his veins, but for someone who usually erred on the side of caution, Yadriel felt recklessly brave.

@projectliterature event 01 : 2020 releases                 the ballad of songbirds and snakes by suzanne collins       Wars are won with heads, not hearts. 

@projectliterature​ event 03 : adaptations   —  the lovely bones        My name is Salmon, like the fish. First name: Susie. I was fourteen years old when I was murdered on December 6th, 1973. I was here for a moment, and then I was gone.

@projectliterature event 01 : 2020 releases                                         the voting booth by brandy colbert      I know voting doesn’t solve everything, and people may think one vote isn’t all that important, but I really believe it makes a difference.