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[alialqahtani]

fav books i read in 2025: don't let the forest in - c. g. drews;

i don't care how dark the world is for you. i'll hold out my hand until you find it, and i won't let go.

[bruiselikeviolets]

read in 2025: vespertine by margaret rogerson

You see, here is the Lady’s grace. It has been here all along. She has shown me Her grace in a drink of water when I was thirsty and bread when I was hungry and a bed when I was tired, not through miracles, but through the kindness of those who stood to gain nothing from helping me. It is through the hands of strangers that She has carried out Her will.

[purplebass]

2024 books - gallant by v.e. schwab

All her life, she wanted a house and a garden and a room of her own. But tucked inside that want was something else: a family. Parents who smothered her with love. Siblings who teased because they cared. Grandparents, aunts and uncles, nieces and nephews—in her mind a family was a sprawling thing, an orchard full of roots and branches.

[edwardslovelyelizabeth]

What the River Knows (Secrets of the Nile #1) by Isabel Ibañez

«Tell me,” he said slowly. “What do I have to do to get you to stop asking me questions?” “Answer one of them.” He laughed. “Your curiosity has no sense of decency.»

[huddsonwilliams]

books read in 2025: don't let the forest in - c.g. drews

Thomas looked guilty. Inky roses and thorns grew over his workbook page, vicious and cruel and lovely. The thorns curved like hooked scythes, and it looked as if whoever touched that paper would bleed.

[chicasteriabooks]

God, you're so beautiful, he said, his smile vanishing. Even when you lie to me.

Cyrus to Alizeh ― Tahereh Mafi, These Infinite Threads 📚 This Woven Kingdom x These Infinite Threads ✨ dreamcast ; cemre baysel as alizeh & kerem bürsin as cyrus

[tophbefong]

the greywaren. the fire inside ronan was what kept him alive.

[dreamofthestars]

the legendborn cycle (tracy deonn)

And then I unwind her. One strand for my mother. One for my father. One for me. I unravel the rage until it courses through my veins like fuel in an engine. I let it become a part of me, but not all of me. Hot, scorching pain under my skin, under my tongue, under my nails. I let it spread through me—until there is no more “Before” and no more “After.” I am her and she is me.

| translation from Welsh by @justbrainrot