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“Impatient de m'envoler à chacun de ses baisers, mon cœur bat à tire-d'elle„

— ƒred Leƒorgeur-Baudelaire ©

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"Mas a saudade é isto mesmo; é o passar e repassar das memórias antigas."

- Dom Casmurro, pág 111

[booklaluna]

-Oque isso significa? -Significa que o amor não tem nada a ver com o medo de que tudo acabe, mas com encontrar alguém que o complete, que faça de você um ser humano melhor do que jamais sonhou ser. É olhar nos olhos de sua esposa e ter a certeza de que ela é a melhor pessoa que você já conheceu

Anthony Bridgerton, O Visconde que me Amava, pág: 499

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ShadowStrings - Part 3 - A Lion's Roar

Shadowstrings – Part 3 – A Lions Roar

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Chapter 2 – Echoes of the Past 

Zuri  The bell above the door chimes softly as I step into the shop, the familiar scent of dried sage and lavender washing over me. The place is exactly as I left it –shelves lined with jars of crushed roots and leaves, bundles of herbs hanging from the ceiling, and a faint glow from the […] Chapter 2 – Echoes of the Past 

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Chapter 2 - Echoes of the Past 

Zuri  The bell above the door chimes softly as I step into the shop, the familiar scent of dried sage and lavender washing over me. The place is exactly as I left it –shelves lined with jars of crushed roots and leaves, bundles of herbs hanging from the ceiling, and a faint glow from the enchanted lanterns I keep burning in the corners. But tonight, the shop feels different. The shadows cling to…

Chapter 2 - Echoes of the Past 

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ShadowStrings - A Night in Embers

Lyra The bar is packed tonight, an electric mix of human and fey, their contrasting auras clashing, mingling in the dim light. The scent of beer and magic hangs heavy in the air, a heady combination that makes me feel both at home and on edge. My guitar hums with energy as I strum the opening chords, the notes cutting through the murmur of conversation and clinking glasses. I’m in the middle of…

ShadowStrings - A Night in Embers

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ShadowStrings: A Faerie's Rebellion.

Prologue The air in the Berg is thick with secrets tonight, a weight that presses against my chest as I move silently through the underbrush. the sky is deep, bruised purple, heavy with the promise of rain, but it’s the shadows that I watch, not the heavens. The shadows are alive here, whispering truths that most would rather not hear. I pause at the edge of the clearing, my hand brushing…

ShadowStrings: A Faerie's Rebellion.