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I feel like the word shatter. Margaret Atwood
I've been rereading The Vampire Armand. Anyone else up for killing Marius with hammers this weekend?
Never let them touch you. Because one touch was enough to reveal it, this gift lurking inside him. It was enough to make him less a boy than a prize. Leigh Bardugo
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I love the wing and halo symbolism in this scene a lot.
But the way in which Cas steps away from it, to move closer to Dean.
And then the next episode we get Dean making the angel fall.
Dean might have made the angel fall. But the angel went willingly.
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When is it going to be spooky season already? I'm tired of summer.
As soon as he'd reached the ancient house, a stillness had descended. No guards here. No one living. Only the sudden silent appearance of Armand before the entrance. Armand again. He'd come silently out of the shadows into the moonlight, a young boy in dirty jeans and worn denim jacket, and he had slipped his arm around Daniel and gently kissed Daniel's face. Such warm skin, full of the fresh blood of the kill. Daniel fancied he could smell it, the perfume of the living clinging to Armand still. "You want to come into this house?" Armand had whispered. No locks ever kept Armand from anything. Daniel had been trembling, on the edge of tears. And why was that? So glad to see him, touch him, ah, damn him! They had entered the dark, low-ceilinged rooms, the press of Armand's arm against Daniel's back oddly comforting. Ah, yes, this intimacy, because that's what it is, isn't it? You, my secret . . . Secret lover. Anne Rice
Greed may do your bidding, but death serves no man. Leigh Bardugo
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