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principessaquasi-blog

#veil

enilehtnorevol

for a zine

#genshin impact #kazuscara

rainbow-taishi

#genshin impact

rosiethorns88

We just had our first decent cold front in Florida this past week, and the cravings for my wintery read list sky rocketed. I still haven't found a genre I love more than a strong-headed MC going toe-to-toe with and 'conquering' a demon of legend. Spinning Silver by Naomi Novik and the Winternight Trilogy by Katherine Arden top this list for me.

Here, Morozko and Vasya are finally catching each other at the peak of their own character arcs and very slow burn dance, while the world is burning around them.

Highly recommend the audiobook for Kathleen Gati's immersive narration! Prints of this available in my bio link!

#winternight trilogy

cellphonehippie

ego tracks as coupon clippings

insp

#hw #hayley williams #hayley williams solo #ego

cellphonehippie

i’m sorry that you’re going through something hard

print

sighsra

like a rice ball in a fruits basket!

awanqi

winternight stuff <3

#winternight

magicalbookwyvern

Me every time a scrawny disheveled heroine with dirt under her fingernails and magic in her blood and a guy that is not entirely human and looks so pale he might be dying are forced to form an alliance:

#the bear and the nightingale

reputayswift

"We shall wed her to MOROZKO, the lord of winter. Can any maiden ask for a finer or richer bridegroom? Why, he is master of the white snow, the black firs, and the silver frost! [...] Some say he is naught but a cold, crackling breeze whispering among the firs. Others say he is an old man in a sledge, with bright eyes and cold hands. Others say he is like a warrior in his prime, but robed all in white, with weapons of ice. No one knows." The cold man—the frost-demon—stood in the center of the room, and at least she could look at him. His dark, unruly hair hung to his shoulders. The sardonic face might have belonged to a youth of twenty or a warrior of fifty. Unlike every other man Vasya had ever seen, he was clean-shaven—perhaps that was what gave his face the odd note of youthfulness. Certainly his eyes were old. When she looked into them, she thought, I did not know anything could be that old and live. (x,x)