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Im an avid reader, so mostly I post book quotes from what im reading. Also manga screencaps from mangas im currently reading...Feel free to discuss any novel or manga with me.

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The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt (2015)

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Marya Morevna, the warrior princess from a Russian fairy tale The Death of Koschei the Deathless.

Art by me.

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‘Pagan Poetry’ by Polish photographer Macin Nagraba

All costumes made by Agnieszka Osipa.

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Snegurochka, a character in Russian fairy tales.

Art by me.

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Julia Kostsova

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“When life is more terrible than death, it’s the truest valor to live.’ Courage in the face of insurmountable adversity . . . A classic argument in favor of living. But if that’s true then why anesthetize patients before surgery? Why sell aspirin? Why fix broken arms? Why is Prozac the most prescribed medicine in America? Sorry, but there’s nothing intrinsically good about pain.”

Excerpt From: Deaver, Jeffery. “The Bone Collector.”

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“Yes?” she asked. He leaned against a stone wall and gave another self-conscious swipe at his hair. Sachs recalled how many times she’d intimidated men with a single word or glance. She thought, as she often did: What a useless power beauty is.”

Excerpt From: Deaver, Jeffery. “The Bone Collector.”

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“She was so thin, she was so taut. He closed his eyes and imagined how a knife blade scraping over her tibia would sing like the bowing of an old violin. His breathing was fast, he was sweating rivers.”

Excerpt From: Deaver, Jeffery. “The Bone Collector.”

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“Flesh withers and can be weak,”—(the villain wrote in his ruthless yet steady hand)—“Bone is the strongest aspect of the body. As old as we may be in the flesh, we are always young in the bone. It is a noble goal I had, and it is beyond me why any-one might quarrel with it. I did a kindness to them all. They are immortal now. I freed them. I took them down to the bone.”

Excerpt From: Deaver, Jeffery. “The Bone Collector.”

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“Beneath Schneider’s bed, a constable found a diary, in which the madman chronicled his history of evil. “Bone”—(Schneider wrote)—“is the ultimate core of a human being. It alters not, deceives not, yields not. Once the facade of our intemperate ways of the flesh, the flawsof the lesser Races, and the weaker gender, are burnt or boiled away, we are—all of us—noble bone. Bone does not lie. It is immortal.”

Excerpt From: Deaver, Jeffery. “The Bone Collector.” Signet, 1998-04-02T05:00:00+00:00. iBooks. This material may be protected by copyright.

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“One subject all criminalists know is anatomy. And this was certainly a specialty of Lincoln Rhyme’s, for he had spent the past three and a half years enmeshed in the quirky logic of bone and nerve.”

Excerpt From: Deaver, Jeffery. “The Bone Collector.”

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“He took the ski mask and gloves from his pocket, set them on the seat beside him as he sped out of the old neighborhood. The bone collector was going hunting.”

Excerpt From: Deaver, Jeffery. “The Bone Collector.”

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“Get her clothing,” Rhyme said. “Cut off everything. Put a sheet of newsprint under them first to pick up any trace that falls off.” “Should I check the pockets?” “No, we’ll do that here. Wrap them up in the paper.” Sachs cut the blouse and skirt off, the panties. She reached out for what she thought was the woman’s bra, dangling from her chest. It felt curious, disintegrating in her fingers. Then, like a slap she realized what she held and she gave a short scream. It wasn’t cloth, it was skin. “Amelia? Are you all right?” “Yes!” she gasped. “I’m fine.”

Excerpt From: Deaver, Jeffery. “The Bone Collector.”

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“But what has occurred to me is that maybe the so-called spirits of the dead are made of the same components. Maybe the intelligent part of us, when it leaves the body, takes some living portion with it. Maybe we undergo a metamorphosis, rather than a physical death. And all the age-old words—etheric body, astral body, spirit—are just terms for this fine cellular structure that persists when the flesh is gone.”

Excerpt From: Rice, Anne. “Lives Of The Mayfair Witches 1 - Witching Hour.”

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“Lasher, we don’t know what life is. Not with all our science and all our definitions do we know what life is, or how it began. The moment when it sprang into existence from inert materials is a complete mystery.” “I am already alive, Rowan.”

Excerpt From: Rice, Anne. “Lives Of The Mayfair Witches 1 - Witching Hour.”

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“But who? What are they?” “Laughter. They conceal themselves very well.” “Laughter. Why did you say that?” “Because I am laughing at your question, but I don’t know how to make the sound of laughter. So I say it. I laugh at you that you don’t think this would have happened before. You, a mortal, with all the stories of ghosts and monsters of the night, and other such horrors.”

Excerpt From: Rice, Anne. “Lives Of The Mayfair Witches 1 - Witching Hour.”

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“Can you define yourself to me?” “No, but I am certainly definable, and when I am defined by mortals, then I shall be able to define myself. I learn all things from you which have to do with such understanding.” -The Man

Excerpt From: Rice, Anne. “Lives Of The Mayfair Witches 1 - Witching Hour.”