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[poetscinema]

— Yet here I am, two hundred years after I arrived. Still a prisoner, though I masquerade as a king.

The Bone Season by Samantha Shannon

[sydneysageivashkov]

who can break you now, black moth, now there is nothing left to break?

[paledreamer]

✨ Seven Orders of Clairvoyance ✨ | From The Bone Season by Samantha Shannon

They are right to fear. They are wise to oppress. For are we not vastly superior to them, we Unnaturals? For though we pick the Bones of Society, though we crawl in Gutters and beg for our Keep, we are living Conduits to the World Beyond. – An Obscure Writer, On the Merits of Unnaturalness

Image Credits: Soothsayer: Jane & Jane | Augur: Will Davidson | Medium: Kim Koster | Sensor: Burak Ulker | Guardian: Mike Heath | Fury: Ruby Boland | Jumper: Jean Paul Gaultier 2007 Collection IG @pei.gfx 

[sydneysageivashkov]

if wanting you is treachery, then let me always bear these scars. let them be a badge of pride, not shame.

[sydneysageivashkov]

The Bone Season series by Samantha Shannon

Hope is the lifeblood of revolution. Without it, we are nothing but ash, waiting for the wind to take us.

[poetscinema]

I belonged with these people. They understood the strangeness of my life — a life I was finally beginning to embrace.

The Bone Season by Samantha Shannon

[poetscinema]

A moment. A choice. My choice. His choice.

— The Bone Season series by Samantha Shannon