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[nectarandgoldensyrup]

excerpt from a book i’ll never write #2

The sun had long since set, and with it, Maddox's freedom. News had come of a new hunter in town, and it had been enough to send his companions into chaos. They had fled during the first hour of darkness, leaving him behind watching from the high windows of the run down town house they inhabited. Unlike them, Maddox did not fear the hunter. In fact, he was rather excited upon hearing of their arrival. Finally, after all these weeks, she had come looking him. When he had first sent his letter telling her to come with him and had not heard from her, his heart had broken in his chest. He believed she had chosen the commission over him, something they had both vowed never to do, no matter the situation. Red had promised him, and like him, she always kept her promises. But when he had stepped out onto the street and was greeted with an arrow and not a smile, the butterflies in his stomach had tuned to knives. Her face had been exactly as he remembered, and it had distracted him long enough that she had knocked him on his arse without blinking an eye. There was no remorse on her face as she removed the wooden stake from the inside of her jacket. The weather had taken a turn this week, winter creeping along the streets of London of a swift wind. Red was not dressed properly. Even lying on the street, a black sky filled with blue and white dots above him, he could see the way she bit her lip to stop her teeth from chattering. Get inside, he wanted to say. Get warm. Let me hold you. He knew even if he screamed it at her she would not listen. It was not in her nature, just as it was not in the nature of any hunter to love a vampire. Suddenly the expression on her face changed. The wall of ice and stone cracked, and guilt and sadness lit up her eyes. The stake that hovered over his heart began to shake, and slowly he lifted a hand to hold it. Her skin was soft as he brushed over it, and the grip on the stake tightened. But she did not plunge it into his chest. Not yet, anyways. He did not put it past her to suddenly change her mind and stab him in the back, even if he was her best friend.

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And in that moment, I wanted to scream. I wanted to rage. I wanted to bleed the seas dry and drown the forests and deserts. I wanted to crush the stars in my hand and let the night swallow me into its void. I wanted to burn the temples and villages to the ground and scrape at the mud and crawl into the earth. I wanted to bury my nails into my skin so hard I drew blood. In the distance, thunder rumbled. "Valerie," Azalark murmured, his hands outstretched. I couldn't hear him. All I could hear was the silence of that cell. All I could hear was the scrapes of claws on the other side of the wall, the whispers of horrible, ancient languages slithering over my skin. The room swayed. I shut my eyes only to be met with that impenetrable darkness again. No light lingered there, no good.

- Excerpt from a book I will never write #1 // nectarandgoldensyrup //

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Can you love someone you’ve never met? Is it actually love or just infatuation? A crush? What do you know about this person? Nothing. You may know every inch of their skin and the sound of their voice, but you don’t know them. I am stubborn but so are you. I am reckless where you are sensible -- impulsive where you are controlled. You are my opposite. My downfall. You are the sun peaking through my curtains. I love and loathe you. We are chaotic. We are lovers. But you are strange. You are changing -- mourning -- becoming less of the man I fell in love with. You don’t smile the same -- your smile is cold -- distant and cruel. I do not want to love you anymore, but I can’t stop. I am begging you to change -- to come home and hold me till dawn. But I know you won’t. The little voice tells me -- the voice of reason. I have drowned it out for so long. Perhaps I should start listening to it again. 

- L.B. Thompson

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DISNEY PLAYED US

you know what makes frozen so different from other Disney movies?? Its that we expected it to be like every other movie -- two people ‘fall in love’ and decide to get married without knowing anything about each other. What makes it so good is that we didn’t even blink when Hann and Anna got engaged -- because that's how all Disney movies work, right? Its why Hann’s betrayal was even more shocking, because we relied on Disney’s usual plot lines to tell the story -- Cinderella falls in love with the prince after an hour of meeting him. Sleeping beauty does the same, pretty much. So do most Disney princesses. Disney used its own plot lines against us. 

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Artwork by Zemael. 

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Dark.

A crackling fire. Milky white skin and jade conditioner. Dusk stained skies. Early morning kisses and secret love letters. Rusted pipes. Brown damp soil and tall green trees. Accidental hand swipes and flushed cheeks. Crashing thunder storms that rip the clouds in half. Pomegranate seeds. Thick fog snaking around the roots of trees. Dancing shadows and old leather books. Wooden houses and purple flowers. Blank pieces of parchment sitting next to a pot of black ink. Starry night skies with no promise of dawn.

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Illustration by James R. Eads. 

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Light.

A honeyed meadow. Sun-kissed skin and vanilla scented shampoo. Nectar and golden syrup. Secret caresses and stolen kisses. Olive skin and white linen. Sapphire eyes as bright as stars, filled with wonder and mystery. Bottles filled with strange elixirs. A doe and a fawn with beady brown eyes. Yellow-green pears bursting with flavour. Longing looks and quick glances. Rapture and ruin.