Everlark week. Day One : School Days
by ombradellaluna
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Everlark week. Day One : School Days
by ombradellaluna
The tale of forbidden love between a righteous princess and a rakish court jester …
There is a rule amongst his kind: A jester doesn’t lie.
In the kingdom of Whimtany, Poet is renowned. He’s young and pretty, a lover of men and women. He performs for the court, kisses like a scoundrel, and mocks with a silver tongue.
Yet allow him this: It’s only the most cunning, most manipulative soul who can play the fool. For Poet guards a secret. One the Crown would shackle him for. One that he’ll risk everything to protect.
Alas, it will take more than clever words to deceive Princess Briar. Convinced that he’s juggling lies as well as verse, this righteous nuisance of a girl is determined to expose him.
But not all falsehoods are fiendish. Poet’s secret is delicate, binding the jester to the princess in an unlikely alliance—and kindling a breathless attraction, as alluring as it is forbidden.
*Mature YA. Intended for readers 17 and older*
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Breakfast in bed anyone? Looks like the perfect way to start the day…
to karen+betz and jane. mark+ben and ollie. yep, ollie. yesterday was AWWWESOME. :-D
So happy with today’s news and what it means for so many people
This photo makes me smile so much
a lil doodle duel w/ our fav ast boys…the hay barn. on the back of our table menu. i had the BEST salmon but did not draw with it….just the vino! (hic, hic!)
“They let you wear one thing from your district in the arena. One thing to remind you of home. Will you wear this?”
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Ahh I wish I had posted this one yesterday… daddy!Peeta ♥
“I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children.But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips”…
Do you see what I see?!
My little love story actually made it into a bookstore!
Ah, yes, the elusive right moment. It never comes, Diana. Sometimes we just have to throw caution to the wind and trust the people we love.
Deborah Harkness, The Book of Life (via starsareonlyseenindarkness)
Flintholm (The Witches House) Bakis is Back Flickr
I’ve just reached the door when his voice stops me. “Katniss… I remember about the bread.” The bread. Our one moment of real connection before the Hunger Games. […] “So what do you remember?” “You. In the rain,” he says softly. “Digging in our rubbish bins. Burning the bread. My mother hitting me. Taking the bread out for the pig but then giving it to you instead.” “That’s it. That’s what happened,” I say. “The next day, after school, I wanted to thank you. But I didn’t know how.” “We were outside at the end of the day. I tried to catch your eye. You looked away. And then… for some reason, I think you picked a dandelion.” I nod. He does remember. I have never spoken about that moment aloud. “I must have loved you a lot.” (insp)
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