Mara Dyer

Tumblr dedcated to the amazing books: The Unbecoming and The Evolution of Mara Dyer by Michelle Hodkin Enjoy! :)  waiting for The Retribution

[patrickpanda]

When you buy a second set just for the Shaw Confessions teasers:

“I waged my heart on you and lost, again and again and, but still I would do it. I could never bet on anyone else.”

“She’s a rod I want to break myself against.”

[fuckyeahmaradyer]

I didn't understand if noah and mara were just crazy or they had "powers"?

lol I thought the same thing through 80% of the books

yes, they really had powers

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👟🐇☁️🍙🛌▫️

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“My name is not Mara Dyer, but my lawyer told me I had to choose something. A pseudonym. A nom de plume, for all of us studying for the SATs. I know that having a fake name is strange, but trust me—it’s the most normal thing about my life right now. Even telling you this much probably isn’t smart. But without my big mouth, no one would know that a seventeen-year-old who likes Death Cab for Cutie was responsible for the murders. No one would know that somewhere out there is a B student with a body count. And it’s important that you know, so you’re not next.”

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Jamie- The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer 🎶🌸

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[michellehodkin-deactivated20231]

Hard times in middle school + Mara Dyer

The only thing worse than eighth grade is seventh grade. And the only thing worse than seventh grade is sixth grade. I’m so honored and happy my books helped you get through middle school bullshit.* I just wanted to say that before I say anything else. 

I’ve answered the questions you asked before (FAQ) but I did it pretty broadly. Since you mentioned middle school, I’ll add to those answers–a lot of stuff that happened to me in middle and high school (I went to a private school so, same buildings, same kids) informed the books. It definitely inspired Mara’s character development. A couple of her teachers may or may not have been a couple of my teachers. 

I always say that I didn’t really feel like I chose to write the story at all–it feels like something that just happened to me, and then I made it keep happening because I liked it. But I did choose to include things, feelings mostly, that I had when I was a teenager. Big, messy emotions, complicated by adolescence and assholes, and the general indignity and powerlessness of not feeling like a kid anymore but still technically (or at least, legally) being a kid. 

I’m really anxious for you to read the first book in The Shaw Confessions (new series! Spin-off!) because if you like Mara and Noah as a couple, it’s going to give you the first glimpse into what makes him work as part of that couple. My idea for Noah came from Mara in a sort of reverse Adam-and-Eve sort of way–I thought about who Mara would become, and the sort of person who would love her not just despite it, but because of it, and there he was. 

That’s probably more answer than you wanted, but I hope it was helpful. And good luck with high school. I hope you don’t need it, but if you do, my books will be there for you then, too. 

*I gave you gold stars for surviving the bullshit. That’s a really big deal. No sarcasm here. 

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And this just appeared on my dash, with 170,000+ notes. So naturally, I am reblogging.

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Always reblog. 

[fuckyeahmaradyer]

Is Naomi Scott like in a movie for these books or something bc I'm really confused lol

As far as I know no

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The Unraveling of the Dyer Legacy (Chapter 1)

Author’s Note: THIS IS SET AFTER THE RETRIBUTION OF MARA DYER. This is my first ever Mara Dyer fanfiction. It has been about a year since I’ve written something so, I might be a little rusty. Constructive criticisms are welcome so please do leave some. Happy reading!

Ever since Mara fully manifested, things have been different for the Dyer family. Each of them was moving on. Daniel was busy with his career, Mara was learning to control her ability with Noah closely by her side, Mr. Dyer has become a sought after lawyer, Mrs. Dyer’s client list has stretched and Joseph, the youngest, was slowly coming to grips with his ability. Despite their lives going back to normal, normal for each of them that is, something within the Dyer blood seems to resurface bringing into light another mystery that awaits to be unraveled by each of them.

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[pandqra]

6 DAYS TO GO: The Retribution of Mara Dyer

↳ Favorite scenes

“It wants you to ask something,” Rachel said softly. “If by ‘it’ you mean Claire, I’m sure that’s true.” I stood up, shaking and nauseous. I was done. “I didn’t push it,” Claire said, wide-eyed as she looked at Rachel, then at me. “Pinky swear?” I asked, with sarcasm. “Why not,” Claire answered, with malice. She stood and walked closer to me. Too close. Her green eyes were dangerous. “I didn’t push it,” she said again. “It wants you to play.” Rachel grabbed my hand and pulled herself up off the floor. She looked straight at Claire. “I believe you,” she said, “but let’s do something else?” “Like what?” Claire’s voice was flat, and I stared right back at her, unflinching. Here we go. “We can watch The Blair Witch Project.” Claire’s favorite, naturally. “How about it?” Rachel’s voice was tentative, but firm. I tore my eyes away from Claire’s and nodded, managing a smile. Claire did the same. Rachel relaxed, but I didn’t. For her sake, though, I tried to swallow my anger and unease as we settled in to watch the movie. Rachel popped in the DVD and blew out the candles. Six months later, they were both dead.

[maraddier]

first and last lines

[quoted-books]

Do not find peace. Find passion.

Michelle Hodkin, The Retribution of Mara Dyer

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He could never use you. You own him. You should’ve seen the way he was looking at you while you were out.” I smiled a little. “How?” “Like you’re the ocean and he’s desperate to drown.””

The Retribution of Mara Dyer, Michelle Hodkin

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Just finished the Retribution of Mara Dyer | Favorite Quote

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The ability to heal does not make one good any more than the ability to kill makes one evil. Kill the right people, and you become a hero. Heal the wrong ones, and you become a villain. It is our choices that define us, not our abilities.

The Retribution of Mara Dyer, Michelle Hodkin

[fuckyeahmaradyer]

Chapter 73 of Retribution (MAJOR spoiler!!!)

Noah: I know what I can do to a girl with a word, a look, a touch. And I want to do them all to her.

Mara: I pressed my lips to his throat, and he tilted my chin up, my face aside. He whispered wicked things against my ear. I grinned, and unbuttoned his shirt.

Noah: I kiss her softly, twice. Then her head tilts, dips, and vermouth closes over my heart. As she kisses my burning skin, a shock shudders through me. Mara is the one I never knew I was waiting for, and as long as she'll have me, I will never let her go.

Mara: I shrugged his shirt from his shoulders, and he lifted mine from my chest. We shed everything until skin met skin. And then Noah Shaw showed me why he had the reputation he had. I shivered at the delicious sting of his jaw as he trailed kisses down the dip in my navel, at his fox smile as he painted me in feeling. Soft, muted, dreamy coors first--ochre and umber and rose with his tongue. My breath caught, and I needed--I needed--"Hurry," I pleaded. "Slowly," he said.

Noah: I thrill at her rising, aching, swelling sound as I draw out every torturous kiss. Her muscles tighten and tremble and she grasps the sheets and I vance up, needing to see her face. She is wild. ANd I have never seen anything more outrageously beautiful in my life. But then she threads her hands into my hair and pulls.

Mara: As I drew him up against me, into me, there was a pinch of scarlet. "Are you all right?" he asked, his voice gentle in a way I'd never heard. I breathed "Yes" as the color softened and faded. I pulled him closer.

Noah: I slide my hands up her back, and her ankles lock around my waist and she takes me in with those fathomless eyes. We are connected: Hands, limbs, mouths, bodies, souls. I have never known this. Mara kisses me and it is sugar on my tongue and champagne in my blood; i want to drown in her taste and scent and sound. Hers is the body electric; she is the high I'd been chasing but never caught until now.

Mara: Nipping. Pulling. Teasing. Tasting. His strokes were slow, intricate, as they blended and feathered and blushed me into something radiant. The colors glosses and glazed into something bold and bright.

Noah: Every touch composes a new, unheard measure; I am hypnotized by the texture and timbre of her notes as they trill and turn and beat and slide. The sheets are our world, and in them she is finite and infinite, beautiful and sublime, bound in my arms and boundless at once. I move and her scale lengthens, stretches, rhapsodic and gorgeously violent as her eyes grow dark and threaten to close. "Stay with me," I nearly growl, trying to bite back my desperation, my fear that she'll slip away. I never want to stop looking at her from here. "Stay." They flutter open--she's still here, still her. "I need to hear you," she begs in that voice, and I can't refuse her, not anything, not now, not ever. But the words that come aren't enough for this. For her. So i speak in a language she doesn't know. Je t'aime. Aujourd'hui. Ce sour. Demain. Pour toujours. Si je viva is mille and, je t'appartiendrais pour toys. Si je viva is mille vies, je the ferais mienne dans chacune d'elles. I love you. Today. Tonight. Tomorrow Forever. If I were to live a thousand years, I would belong to you for all of them. If I were to live a thousand lives, I would make you mine in each one.

Mara: The world distilled to only the sound of us as both stretched out on the edge of the world. THe colors shone, burned through. Sienna and crimson and gold, and I swallowed my name from his mouth and he kissed his from my lips, and I was incandescent as I tripped into--

Noah: Bliss. The echo of her pleasure hits my blood and takes me with her. Mara is unstrung, unbound, unleashed in my arms. Finally.