BOOKS READ IN 2021 ➙ iron heart by nina varela
between mortal and made lie the heart – and the blade
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BOOKS READ IN 2021 ➙ iron heart by nina varela
between mortal and made lie the heart – and the blade
@storyseekers event 07 : seasonal surprise — for @suyins
the truth of ayla, the pain of her, was like a song you could feel vibrating on the air, even if you didn’t know the words. it was a hum, low and throaty and full of sorrow.
MAKE ME CHOOSE — @venka asked: crier’s war or the seven husbands of evelyn hugo?
There was something terrible in her, something clawed and angry and afraid and sad… The truth of Ayla, the pain of her, was like a song you could feel vibrating on the air, even if you didn’t know the words. It was a hum, low and throaty and full of sorrow.
favourite ships: crier and ayla, crier’s war
“I swear I’d find you in the dark.”
"A thought came to her: a story of its own, one that only just began writing itself in her mind: a story of two women, one human, one Made."
crier's war by nina varela.
literature women from A-Z → Crier of Rabu
Crier was beautiful. Created to be beautiful, but it was more than that; more than perfect bone structure and symmetrical features and flawless brown skin. It was the way her eyes lit up with interest, the way her fingers were always so careful, almost reverent, as she flipped the pages of a book. The way she held absolutely still sometimes, like a deer in the woods, so still that Ayla wanted to touch her, reach out and touch her face to make sure she was still real.
SAPPHIC BOOKS I ADORE 2/? » crier's war by nina varela
Crier had been Designed. Crier was Made. But in the moment Ayla first touched her, Crier had learned what it felt like to be born.