The worms do not take heed of caste and rank when they feast on our ashes,â the Raja said.
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The worms do not take heed of caste and rank when they feast on our ashes,â the Raja said.
The Star-Touched Queen by Roshani Chokshi
I wanted a love thick with time, as inscrutable as if a lathe had carved it from night and as familiar as the marrow in my bones. I wanted the impossible, which made it that much easier to push out of my mind.
The Star-Touched Queen by Roshani Chokshi
It is foolish to cling to ghosts or spent bones. It is better to forge ahead. It is better to leave what you do not know and make yourself anew. I have slung the ghosts of memories across my back for years and it has done me no good and earned me no victuals.
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Iâll sleep long and hard when Iâm dead. Â You defy death by celebrating life.
Eidolon (Wraith Kings Book 2) by Grace Draven
Had I paused to reflect, I would have understood that my devotion to Clara brought me no more than suffering. Perhaps for that very reason, I adored her all the more, because of the eternal human stupidity of pursuing those who hurt us the most.
The Shadow of the Wind (The Cemetery of Forgotten Book 1) by Carlos Ruiz Zafon
In my world death was like a nameless and incomprehensible hand, a door-to-door salesman who took away mothers, beggars, or ninety-year-old neighbors, like a hellish lottery. But I couldnât absorb the idea that death could actually walk by my side, with a human face and a heart that was poisoned with hatred, that death could be dressed in a uniform or a raincoat, queue up at a cinema, laugh in bars, or take his children out for a walk to Ciudadela Park in the morning, and then, in the afternoon, make someone disappear in the dungeons of MontjuĂŻc Castle or in a common grave with no name or ceremony.
The Shadow of the Wind (The Cemetery of Forgotten Book 1) by Carlos Ruiz Zafon
One of the pitfalls of childhood is that one doesnât have to understand something to feel it. By the time the mind is able to comprehend what has happened, the wounds of the heart are already too deep.
The Shadow of the Wind (The Cemetery of Forgotten Book 1) by Carlos Ruiz Zafon
A secret's worth depends on the people from whom it must be kept.
The Shadow of the Wind (The Cemetery of Forgotten Book 1) by Carlos Ruiz Zafon
Once, in my fathers bookshop, I heard a regular cusotmer say, that few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a palace in our memory to which, sooner or laterâno matter how many books we read, how many worlds we discover, or how much we learn or forgetâwe will return
The Shadow of the Wind (The Cemetery of Forgotten Book 1) by Carlos Ruiz Zafon
As a child I learned to fall asleep talking to my mother in the darkness of my bedroom, telling her about the dayâs events, my adventures at school, and the things I had been taught. I couldnât hear her voice or feel her touch, but her radiance and her warmth haunted every corner of our home, and I believed, with the innocence of those who can still count their age on their ten fingers, that if I closed my eyes and spoke to her, she would be able to hear me wherever she was. Sometimes my father would listen to me from the dining room, crying in silence.
The Shadow of the Wind (The Cemetery of Forgotten Book 1) by Carlos Ruiz Zafon
I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my hands to this day.
The Shadow of the Wind (The Cemetery of Forgotten Book 1) by Carlos Ruiz Zafon
Beware the flatterers of the world,â said David, wagging his finger, âfor what is music to the ears may be poison to the soul.
The Second Siege: Book Two of The Tapestry by Henry H. Neff
In honor of International Literacy Day here are the last 10 books Iâve read as well as the two books I am currently reading.
Currently Reading:
The Shadow of the Wind (The Cemetery of Forgotten Book 1) by Carlos Ruiz Zafon A Darkness Forged in Fire by Chris Evans
1. The Threshold Child by Callie Kanno 2. Sun and Moon, Ice and Snow by Jessica Day George 3. Brimstone (Earth, Air, Fire and Water Book 1) by Alan Skinner 4. The Sentinel Mage (The Cursed Kingdoms, #1) Emily Gee 5. The Paper Magician (The Paper Magician Trilogy, #1) by Charlie N. Holmberg 6. Spark by J.B. North 7. Blades of Magic (Crown Service, #1) by Terah Edun 8. The Last Swordmage (The Swordmage Trilogy, #1) by Martin F. Hengst 9. The Red Knight (The Traitor Son Chronicles, #1) by Miles Cameron 10. Artful by Peter David
I used to be afraid of painting with oils. Itâs risky. Easy to make a mistake, hard to correct it. Theyâre expensiveâno, itâs more than that. They feel expensive, like Iâm squeezing my blood out of those tubes. But when I see oil paintings by great artists I know that they felt that way, too, and that it was worth it.
The Shadow Society by Marie Rutkoski
I cannot stop the world from moving. All I can do is be prepared for when it does.
Stolen Songbird: Malediction Trilogy Book One (The Malediction Trilogy) by Danielle L. Jensen
I think it is our nature to believe evil always has an ugly face,â he said, ignoring my question. âBeauty is supposed to be good and kind, and to discover it otherwise is like a betrayal of trust. A violation of the nature of things.
Stolen Songbird: Malediction Trilogy Book One (The Malediction Trilogy) by Danielle L. Jensen
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny, but in ourselves.
The Scourge (Brilliant Darkness Book 1) by A.G. Henley