passed through fire

editorial magazine · vintage hardcover decorative · handlettering typography · penguin paperback

“Fine. But if Pekka Rollins kills us all, I’m going to get Wylan’s ghost to teach my ghost to play the flute just so that I can annoy the hell out of your ghost.”

I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn’t already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race-that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.

poison, trap, toadstool you can set them up i’ll survive in the end, whatever it takes i know your traps, you set them up. and i stomp on them tougher there’s only one answer, you just have to open it

you are strong enough to survive the fall

“I’m Draco Malfoy, I’m Draco, I’m on your side!“

“Peace is a daily, a weekly, a monthly process, gradually changing opinions, slowly eroding old barriers, quietly building new structures.”

Archmaester Rigney once wrote that history is a wheel, for the nature of man is fundamentally unchanging. What has happened before will perforce happen again.

↳ she was the heir of ash and fire and she would bow to no one.

slavic goddess of winter, death, and nightmares

the archeron sisters

   he was known to be vengeful when insulted.

They wanted a Grisha queen. Mal wanted a commoner queen. And what did I want? Peace for Ravka. A chance to sleep easy in my bed without fear. An end to the guilt and dread that I woke to every morning. There were old wants too, to be loved for who I was, not what I could do, to lie in a meadow with a boy’s arms around me and watch the wind move the clouds.

“She would hunt the slavers and their buyers. They would learn to fear her, and they would know her by her name. The heart is an arrow. It demands aim to land true. She clung to the wall, but it was purpose she grasped at long last, and that carried her upwards. She was not a lynx or a spider or even the Wraith. She was Inej Ghafa, and her future was waiting above.”

So much for discretion. The smile disappeared. You could have heard a pin drop onto the stone floor as her alabaster cheeks flushed red. No one could ever accuse the queen of Attolia of being kind.

“She had chosen to live freely as a killer rather than die quietly as a slave, and she could not regret that.” [insp]