#yalitdaily

[birdmans]

THE GRISHAVERSE By Leigh Bardugo (2012-)

[hermiione]

No mourners. No funerals. Among them, it passed for 'good luck.’

[mmesutozill]

posters: six of crows duology by leigh bardugo

“a gambler, a convict, a wayward son, a lost grisha, a suli girl who had become a killer, a boy from the barrel who had become something worse.”

[consul-lightwood-bane]

Anna Lightwood - The Last Hours

➥ “The trousers and jacket do not make me a man, and the necklace does not make me a woman. They are only what makes me feel beautiful and powerful in this moment. I am exactly as I choose to be. I am a Shadowhunter who wears gorgeous suits and a legendary pendant.”

[sturmhond]

books read in 2018: mirage by somaiya daud

The crown of Dihya had been stripped from me, my face changed, my body broken. But I was not a slave, and I was not a spare. I was my mother’s daughter, and I would survive and endure. I would find my way back home.

[sabrinas-spellsman]

Anna and the French Kiss 

“For the two of us, home isn’t a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.”

Lola and the Boy Next Door

“So do you believe in second chances?“ I bite my lip. "Second, third, fourth. Whatever it takes. However long it takes. If the person is right,” he adds. “If the person is… Lola?” This time, he holds my gaze. “Only if the other person is Cricket.” 

Isla and the Happily Ever After

“I smile up at him "It’s beautiful. But what comes next?” “The best part.” And he pulls me back into his arms. “The happily ever after.” 

[bananapanncakes]

favorite books of 2017: an enchantment of ravens by margaret rogerson 

                                                       “The ability to feel is a strength,                                                                                                                                            not a weakness.”

[princessnicasia]

“ The only way to clamp down on my energy is to erase my emotions, and so I fold them each away, one by one. My sorrow turns to anger, then to ice-cold fury. My soul curls in on itself in defense. I am gone. I am truly gone. I am not sorry. ”