the song of achilles by madeline miller
In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.

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the song of achilles by madeline miller
In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.
Character Posters: Adam Parrish, The Raven Cycle
literature posters ≡ the raven cycle by maggie stiefvater
“The king sleeps still, under a mountain , and around him is assembled his warriors and his herds and his riches. By his right hand is his cup, filled with possibility. On his breast nestles his sword, waiting, too, to wake. Fortunate is the soul who finds the king and is brave enough to call him to wakefulness, for the king will grant him a favour, as wondrous as can be imagined by a mortal man.”
six of crows nina zenik "You're better than waffles, Matthias Helvar."
not my pictures
Will we die, just a little?
Favorite Book of all time: I am the Messenger by Markus Zusak
“protect the diamonds survive the clubs dig deep through the spades feel the hearts”
if we were villains by m. l. rio
Enter the players. There were seven of us then, seven bright young things with wide precious futures ahead of us, though we saw no farther than the books in front of our faces. We were always surrounded by books and words and poetry, all the fierce passions of the world bound in leather and vellum. (I blame this in part for what happened.)
richard campbell gansey iii for @rosy-cheeked-girl
Gansey had always felt as if there were two of him: the Gansey who was in c o n t r o l , able to handle any situation, able to talk to anyone, and then, the other, more f r a g i l e Gansey, strung out and unsure, embarrassingly earnest, driven by naive longing.