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A call from the undying lands
The western hymn calls with glee,
inviting him to sail the sea.
He knew he must leave,
his realm full of leaves.
Dwelling in middle Earth ends,
as the age of men mends.
Beautiful trees shall bloom,
to save men from doom.
In a long time the sun shined,
and shall set when he gets unbind.
When Siri shouted at Susebron, “Oh will you just get on with it?!” he tensed and sat up a little straighter. And I love that because pretty but scary naked lady who’s been kneeling in his room all night for a week not only addressed him but raised her voice at him, something that’s probably never happened before in his life. And he’s cornered in the room with Siri, who not only yelled at him but is positioned in front of the only door out. No wonder he stayed in that chair lmao.
Siri: Actually I was raised in a whole different religion so yeah my homeland worships a different god. Susebron: I understand. Is he… hotter than me?
“She was my great strategist, Trey. Not just any [Strategist] either—she bet against luck itself. She was a gambler, a [Gambler Strategist]. Before she died she was a [Gambler of Fates]. And she lost her last bet in Baleros.”
~ Flos of Reim about Queravia, 4.04 K
“she promised herself to protect him from all those who could further flay him, starting with herself.”
— christelle dabos, the memory of babel
‘I am not used to that,’ [Thorn] explained. ‘Being looked at in that way.’
‘What way?’
Thron cleared his throat again, embarrassed as Ophelia had never seen him before. He, who was so eloquent in his speech and his reasoning, now seemed lost for words.
‘As if, from now on, I was incapable of making mistakes.’
- The Storm of Echoes, Christelle Dabos
"when God was happy, he wrote. When God was furious,he wrote. And one day,when God was in a really bad mood,he did something enormously stupid.
God smashed the world to pieces."
The Missing Of Clairdelune
Christelle Dabos
“Berenilde after a Clairdelune Party”
Fanart illustration of Berenilde from the Mirror Visitor book series in a painting style inspired from John Singer Sargent
(2022)
Christelle Dabos is the master of slow-burn romance. She manages to make the reader feel all of the anticipation, uncertainty, pining and burning the main characters feel. The number of times I had to put away the book to scream into my pillow or squeeze the fabric of my shirt after reading some scenes with Thorn and Ophelia is a testament to her skills. Ophelia and Thorn's romance is reminiscent of that of Lizzy and Mr Darcy's in Pride and Prejudice in the way that most of it goes on inside their heads or during brief and tense conversations. Yet, I kept devouring chapter after chapter, hoping to see another one of their interactions.
So when we see the romance blossom and the characters admit their feelings for one another TO themselves (because they're dumb-dumbs and I love them), it's incredibly rewarding
TL;DR: Christelle Dabos is a queen and Ophelia and Thorn are my new OTP
“She knew with absolute certainty that from the moment they separated, she would never know warmth again.”
Christelle Dabos, The Missing of Clairedelune
I like to headcanon "The Unexpected Party" as a legend for Gimli, son of Glóin. All his uncles and cousins and old family friends reminisce about it from time to time. How they came to the house of this hobbit, who clearly wasn't even expecting them, and there was such an amazing spread of rare delicacies just laying about in his larder. "Best meal I ever had", says Balin, anytime it's mentioned.
And to Bilbo, it was just a random Tuesday in April.
I’ve just finished The Storm of Echoes and I don’t think I’ll ever emotionally recover.
At some Point in a Winters promise
Ophelia: If you were my husband i would poison your coffee
Thorn: If you were my wife i would drink it
Berenilde:*somewhere in the back* You guys are literary engaged
Ophelia is so dense sometimes like thorn will be begging for her attention and trying to keep her safe and shaking and throwing up With jealousy anytime Archibald so much as thinks about her, and wants to prove he can make her happy and she’s like “tf is this guys issue…I’m just a pair of hands to him…he doesn’t care about me at all”
I’m loosing my mind. In the french version of The Memory of Babel Ophelia switches from the formal “vous” to the informal, personal “tu” when she asks Thorn to show her his scars
Ophelia: He sent me to prison and beat me to a bloody pulp. It sucks.
Thorn: Okay. I'll do something about that. *casually kills him*
Crazy that Thorn is kinda sold and advertised as a brooding bad boy who doesn’t care but is just deeply autistic /ocd and cares so much it might actually kill him, and he’s so desperately in love with Ophelia that it has him acting unwise and trying to pick fights with deity’s and that’s the plot
