This is where you belong. This is where you were meant to bloom. Don't roll your eyes, Galaxy. Not every flower belongs in every garden.
— Leigh Bardugo, Ninth House.

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This is where you belong. This is where you were meant to bloom. Don't roll your eyes, Galaxy. Not every flower belongs in every garden.
— Leigh Bardugo, Ninth House.
— ninth house (2019)
but you know what it is to carve out a place in the world, to have to fight for your life at every turn. you can’t imagine how much worse it was in my time. women were sent to madhouses because they read too many books or because their husbands tired of them. there were so few paths open to us. and mine was stolen from me. so i forged a new one. you don’t get to turn this into some kind of feminist manifesto. you forged your new path from the lives of other girls. immigrant girls. brown girls. poor girls. girls like me. - LEIGH BARDUGO, NINTH HOUSE
But would it have mattered if she’d been someone else? If she’d been a social butterfly, they would have said she liked to drink away her pain. If she’d been a straight-A student, they would have said she’d been eaten alive by her perfectionism. There were always excuses for why girls died.
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and power on this dead world to make it live — galaxy “alex” stern ( listen )
I want to survive this world that keeps trying to destroy me.
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she was no one, a girl who had lucked into a gift, who had done nothing to earn it. she was his queen.
✦ @booksociety’s It Is a Mystery event: Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo For the first time in weeks, she looked at the girl in the water-speckled mirror, watched as that bruised girl lifted her tank top, the cotton stained yellow with pus. The wound in Alex’s side was a deep divot, crusted black. The bite had left a visible curve that she knew would heal badly, if it healed at all. Her map had been changed. Her coastline altered.