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i love it when fantasy paperback books have covers like this… who do i have to make an arcane deal with to bring these back…..

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at least half of these (top right and center and bottom center) are by the same artist, Kinuko Y. Craft! possibly more, but those are the ones I know for sure

she also illustrated my childhood edition of The 12 Dancing Princesses, AKA my favorite picture book ever:

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Actually Kinuko Y Craft designed almost all of these except for Rose Daughter. She’s designed book covers for almost all of Patricia A McKillip’s books. Here are some more:

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— vicious headers

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“You’re nobody’s doorway but your own, and the only one who gets to tell you how your story ends is you.“

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“When I danced with the Lord of the Dead for the first time, he said it was beautiful, and he ran his fingers through it. All the hair turned white around them, out of jealousy. That’s why I only have five black streaks left. Those are the parts he touched.”

- Every Heart a Doorway by Seanan McGuire

just a sketch. i really enjoyed the premise of this book, and thought this image was particularly striking.

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Literature A - Z [ 5 / 26 ] ⟶ E for Every Heart a Doorway by Seanan Mcguire

For us, places we went were home. We didn’t care if they were good or evil or neutral or what. We cared about the fact that for the first time, we didn’t have to pretend to be something we weren’t. We just got to be. That made all the difference in the world.

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“If a book is well written I always find it too short.” Sense and Sensibility, Jane Austen

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You don’t need anyone’s permission to be you, Yads.

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→ The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab

“So you see,” says Luc, “perhaps I win.” Addie shakes her head. “It is only chance,” she says. “I did not call.” He smiles, gaze falling to the ring against her skin. “I know your heart. I felt it falter.” “But I didn’t.” “No,” he says, the word nothing but a breath. “But I was tired of waiting.” “So you missed me,” she says with a smile, and there is the briefest glimpse in those green eyes. A fracture of light. “Life is long, and humans boring. You are better company.”