TOP 10 BOOKS. THE POPPY WAR
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TOP 10 BOOKS. THE POPPY WAR
we're not here to be sophisticated. we're here to fuck people up.

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Daenerys Targaryen variants pt. 2
*not my art
“I love you,” [Rin] said. Kitay gave her a tired smile. “I know.”
I'm exactly what they deserve.
kitay was pure. he was the best person she had ever known. kitay shouldn’t know how it felt to call a god of vengeance. kitay was the last thing in the world that was still fundamentally kind and good, and she’d die before she corrupted that.
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@lgbtqcreators creator challenge: literature, media from asia, gradient, magenta
he loves her. of this he’s certain. he loves her laugh; that sharp, sudden sound; the cynical laugh that always comes too quick, like it’s ripped out of her. he loves her quick, confident grin. he loves her resilience, her bravery, even her impulsiveness. she’s everything he’s not: unbound, reckless, free. he’s never known anyone like her. she terrifies him, and he loves her so much it hurts.
@fictionnet event 08 : favourite book — THE POPPY WAR, r. f. kuang.
i am the force of creation. i am the end and the beginning. the world is a painting and i hold the brush. i am a god.
”He loves her laugh; that sharp, sudden sound; the cynical laugh that always comes too quick, like it’s ripped out of her. He loves her quick, confident grin. He loves her resilience, her bravery, even her impulsiveness.
She’s everything he’s not: unbound, reckless, free. He’s never known anyone like her. She terrifies him, and he loves her so much it hurts.”
- The Drowning Faith, R. F. Kuang