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The Lunar Chronicle girls.
HARRY POTTER AND THE PHILOSOPHERâS STONE: Journey beyond your imagination.
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kaz brekker ; Crows remember human faces. They remember the people who feed them, who are kind to them. And the people who wrong them too. They donât forget. They tell each other who to look after and who to watch out for.
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You could be great, you know, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that.
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They turned, caught up in another dance, and then he had her up against the frost-laced wall. Her breath hitched, and her nails dug into his skull. She sank her teeth into his bottom lip, drawing blood, and gave a wicked laugh, and still he kissed her. Not out of desperation or hope or for luck, but simply because he wanted to. Saints, he wanted to. He kissed her until the cold night fell away and his whole body sang with heat. He kissed her until the fire burned up the panic and the anger and the weight in his chest, until he could breathe again, and until they were both breathless.
And when they broke free, he could feel her smile on his lips.
âIâm glad you came back,â he whispered.
âMe, too,â she said.
a darker shade of magic places + the 3 taverns
âIt fascinated him, this place, because despite its grungy appearance and grungier customers, the fact was that, by luck or design, the Stoneâs Throw was always there. The name changed, of course, and so did the drinks it served, but at this very spot in Grey, Red, and White London alike, stood a tavern. It wasnât a source, per se, not like the Thames, or Stonehenge, or the dozens of lesser-known beacons of magic in the world, but it was something. A phenomenon. A fixed point.
And since Kell conducted his affairs in the tavern (whether the sign read the Stoneâs Throw, or the Setting Sun, or the Scorched Bone), it made Kell himself a kind of fixed point, too.â Â
a darker shade of magic places + the night spire
âThen the captain barked her nameââBard!ââand pointed at a group struggling with the crates, and she went to lend a hand. Just like thatâonly not just like that, of course, for there were many taut nights and fights won, first against and then beside the other men, and blood spilled and ships takenâLila Bard became a member of the Night Spireâs crew.â
â V.E. Schwab, A Conjuring of Light
âAre you ready ?â she asked, spinning the chamber. Kell gazed through the gate at the waiting castle. "No.â At that, she offered him the sharpest edge of a grin. âGood,â she said. âThe ones who think theyâre ready always end up dead.âÂ
BOOKS READ IN 2016 »  a darker shade of magic and a gathering of shadows,                                               v.e. schwabÂ
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blood was magic made manifest. there it thrived. and there it poisoned.Â
MASTER TIEREN, head priest of the London Sanctuary.
He was, after all, Antari.
And Antari could speak to blood. To life. To magic itself.
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