#litladieschallenge

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@litladiesnetwork‘s sixth event: fantasy books written by women ↳ the winner’s trilogy by marie rutkoski

You don’t need to be gifted with a blade. You are your own best weapon.

[04hyyh]

favourite ya lit female protagonist; feyre archeron by @litladiesnetwork

It’s a rare person to face who they truly are and not run from it—not be broken by it. Rhys arched a brow, even as awe crept across his face. “You loved it—the good and the bad?” I smiled a bit. “Especially the bad.”

[astaraeus]

@litladiesnetwork’s second event: minor female characters ↳ levana blackburn, the lunar chronicles

Vanity is a factor, but it is more a question of control. It is easier to trick others into perceiving you as beautiful if you can convince yourself you are beautiful. But mirrors have an uncanny way of telling the truth.

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@litladiesnetwork‘s fourth event: female relationships ↳ the song sisters, to all the boys I’ve loved before trilogy

We always said we’d be the Song girls forever. Margot first, me in the middle, and my sister Kitty last. On her birth certificate she is Katherine; to us she is Kitty. Occasionally we call her Kitten, because that’s what I called her when she was born: she looked like a scrawny, hairless kitten. We are the three Song girls. 

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@litladiesnetwork‘s third event: fictional woc in literature ↳ winter hayle-blackburn, the lunar chronicles

Winter was a well-loved princess who was prettier than a bouquet of roses and crazier than a headless chicken.  Fitting in was not an option.

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@litladiesnetwork‘s second event: favourite minor female characters ↳ zoya nazyalensky, the grisha trilogy

“Toss him over,” Zoya said. “Break his heart cruelly. I will gladly give our poor prince comfort, and I would make a magnificent queen.”

[04hyyh]

favourite ya lit female protagonist: kestrel

“I lied when I said I hadn’t come to murder you.” His eyes were wide, stark. “It never mattered whether I won or lost the game,” Kestrel said. “Only how long the poison would take to kill you. It comes from a tiny eastern worm. In its purest form, the poison is clear. It dries to a shine. I painted it onto four Bite and Sting tile. You touched them.” Foam dribbled from his locked mouth. His breath rasped. It became glottal, the sound of bubbles popping. Then it ended.

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@litladiesnetwork‘s first event: favourite ya lit female protagonists ↳ lila bard, shades of magic trilogy

She used to think that if she stole enough, the want would fade, the hunger would go away, but maybe it wasn’t that simple. Maybe it wasn’t a matter of what she didn’t have, of what she wasn’t, but what she was.