#collectorofstories

[whatsheread]

This book! I don't normally get excited about sentences. I don't collect passages to remember later. I read to collect stories. But this book has some of the best sentences I've ever read. If I collected passages to remember later, I would be capturing almost every sentence. #amreading #whyiread #booklover #collectorofstories https://www.instagram.com/p/B2sxMctgkxo/?igshid=v6aanq9eqk4k

[fieldandwork-blog]

Here goes nothin’ 🌟 #artandbenefit with work by students at @tnsatlanta • ALL PROCEEDS BENEFIT OUR BELOVED @thepatchworkscabbagetown #COLLECTOROFSTORIES #cityreliquery #cabbagetown #milltown #atlartexhibitions

[tenoutten]

Forked tongues conspire;

        “Of course.” Nodding, he turned to look back outside while he waited.

Gabriel accessed all he knew about the brothel and Madame Prudence: a book with all purchases in a safe, workroom locked at all times, connections to certain members of nobility and sponsorship by others. He simply needed to arrange who’d be the most probable target for their heist, Gabriel was sure Lea had no small amount of suggestions.

Good thing for the start of the month, too. Gabriel just needed to remember to ask her for a runner, someone of trust, and the details would be mostly settled. The rest would be mainly up to him.

Speaking of Lea, she emmerged from the deths of the long hallway and, casting her a momentary side-glance, Gabriel made a gesture to signify the driver to stay. That done he turned to face her once again.

“Good. I hope your sister’s ceremony was pleasant, I take it was a private one?” The tone of his question left enough room for her to put it to a stop, he hoped.

It was simply curious not to know. Most locals had seemed to prefer to marry with an Overseer as witness if not in Holger’s Square. Not that Gabriel was there to witness, at most he received a note on the ceremonies underway and of how much the couple had donated to the Abbey.

[neath-a-bower-of-lilacs]

Character aesthetics → Lea Cromwell (collectorofstories)

The Princess — She was born into luxury, into status, into wealth and power. She is beautiful, she wears a perfect smile, she hides her heart. She learned observance, she learned diplomacy. She knows every secret, every hidden story, and she knows all too well that knowledge is power.

[flowersandtragedy-archived]

A kiss, from Lea.

The kiss felt familiar and sweet on her lips, Arabella’s twirling a curly strand of hair around her finger as they kissed. Yet it was fast, light and chaste just as it should be and the witch put some space between them, expression tender.

“Hi.” Smiling brightly she bit down on her lip for a moment. “How are you?”

[rumoreaux-archive]

Lea pressed a hand to her forehead, closing her eyes against the lights from the electric lamps in the room. It all seemed so bright, so harsh, and her head felt clouded and strange from the effect. “A single glass of wine should not have as strong an effect as this, surely.” She sighed, drawing her hand from her head and laying it against the chair’s armrest. “It is quite unusual, to say the least. I can’t imagine what would cause such an effect. Can you?” She lifted her head, meeting his gaze with slightly raised eyebrows.

[thelordspendleton]

"You're asking the wrong person I'm afraid. I may know what good a vintage is and how Tyvian wine is better then Serkonan, but outside of that, I can't help you I'm afraid." He answered giving her a mild look. "Shall I fetch a doctor, Lea? Or escort you back to your carriage? I'm sure you'd despise making a scene."

[thelordspendleton]

"I feel strange... What was in that drink?" - (collectorofstories)

“I don’t know, but clearly it’s something you can’t handle. Surely you should call it quits by now, hm?” Morgan murmurs, watching Lea with a droll expression. “You have had alcohol haven’t you? Unsightly for a noble woman to so unfamiliar.”

[tenoutten]

✆ - (collectorofstories)

Glancing at the locked door of his room, the bulk of his focus was on the key still on the keyhole. Had he seen it shake? Was someone from the outside trying to get in?Gritting his teeth, he fished the phone from his pocket. No, if they came in he’d take them down with him. Shit, the rumours weren’t just fairytales, they were true. Magic, was true. His Father was right.

“7.5?” He shook his head, licking his lips. “No, no. Cromwell? Are you there? I need help. Pronto.”Frustrated he paced about his dorm room, a hand fisted through his hair. “Be quick or else they’ll get me.”