#agosedit

[goulds]

You see, hidden within the unconscious, there is an insatiable desire for conflict. So, you're not fighting me, so much as you are the human condition. All I want to do is own the bullets and the bandages.

[oblivion-books]

“Everyone thinks I have a death wish, you know? But I don't want to die - dying is easy. No, I want to live, but getting close to death is the only way to feel alive. And once you do, it makes you realize that everything you were actually doing before wasn't actually living. It was just making do. Call me crazy, but I think we do the best living when the stakes are high.”

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ  ― V.E. Schwab, A Gathering of Shadows

[arthurian]

@schwabnet​ get to know the members + denali ⟶  fave character: rhy maresh

But most of all, Rhy hated the way his living changed how Kell lived, the way his brother moved through life as if it were suddenly fragile. The black stone, and whatever lived inside it, and for a time in Kell, had changed his brother, woken something restless, something reckless. Rhy wanted to shout, to shake Kell and tell him not to shy away from danger on his account, but charge toward it, even if it meant getting hurt.

Because Rhy deserved that pain.

He could see his brother suffocating beneath the weight of it. Of him.

And he hated it. 

[travellingbaguette]

books of 2017 a gathering of shadows by v.e. schwab

“Everyone thinks I have a death wish, you know? But I don’t want to die - dying is easy. No, I want to live, but getting close to death is the only way to feel alive. And once you do, it makes you realize that everything you were actually doing before wasn’t actually living. It was just making do. Call me crazy, but I think we do the best living when the stakes are high.” 

[dailyschwab]

Alucard Emery. Misfit. Rogue. Privateer. And royal.

[redbookpanda]

October: How can we not talk about family when family’s all that we got? 

Rhy and Kell were not actually brothers, not by blood. [...] But Rhy was the closest thing to a brother Kell had ever known. He would give his life for the prince.

[forsimplicityssake]

books read in twenty eighteen  → a gathering of shadows

anoshe was a word for strangers in the street, and lovers between meetings, for parents and children, friends and family. it softened the blow of leaving. Eased the strain of parting. a careful nod to the certainty of today, the mystery of tomorrow. when a friend left, with little chance of seeing home, they said anoshe. when a loved one was dying, they said anoshe. when corpses were burned, bodies given back to the earth and souls to the stream, those left grieving said anoshe. 

 anoshe brought solace. and hope. and the strength to let go.

[historyy]

“You don’t know anything about these worlds,” he said, but the fight was bleeding out of his voice. “Sure I do,” countered Lila cheerfully. “There’s Dull London, Kell London, Creepy London, and Dead London,” she recited, ticking them off on her fingers. “See? I’m a fast learner.”