🐞The Darkest Part of the Forest🦗

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🐞The Darkest Part of the Forest🦗
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“What if God played God?” Victor pushed off the wall. “What if EOs were part of His plan? What if these people, the ones you’ve spent your life slaughtering, were supposed to come back the way they did? What if you’ve been attempting to undo the very work of that higher power you worship?” “Don’t you ever wonder if it’s our fault?” Victor tipped his head. “Tell me, is it blasphemy, or simply arrogance, taking credit for God’s work?”
– V.E. Schwab, Vengeful
A convict with a thirst for revenge. A sharpshooter who can't walk away from a wager. A runaway with a privileged past. A spy known as the Wraith. A Heartrender using her magic to survive the slums. A thief with a gift for unlikely escapes. Six dangerous outcasts. One impossible heist.
“You did this,” he cried. “You killed us all! You’re a monster! You’re evil!” He tried to say more: she had betrayed everyone in the kingdom of Celdaria, everyone in the world. She was supposed to be the Sun Queen, their savior and protector. And yet she had become the Blood Queen. The Kingsbane. The Lady of Death.
FURYBORN by Claire Legrand
“You are like a living rose among wax flowers. We may last forever, but you bloom brighter and smell sweeter, and draw blood with your thorns.” ― margaret rogerson, an enchantment of ravens
You are not cursed-you are a reaper. You are the night incarnate, the ferrier of souls. You are the bridge between the living and the dead—a caged bird that's ready to fly. So spread your wings, Signa Farrow, because you are limitless. Spread your wings, and oh, how we'll fly - BELLADONNA, Adalyn Grace
This is a cruel game, meant to be played on mortal girls when they’re glamoured so they don’t know they’re being laughed at. That’s the fun of it, their foolishness. They delight over dresses that appear like finery to them. They exult greedily over crowns seeming to gleam with jewels. They swoon at the promise of true love.
The Wicked King
Iris! Iris, it’s me, Kitt.
divine rivals by rebecca ross
“While I'm gone," Gansey said, pausing, "dream me the world. Something new for every night.”
Iris had given their mother's ashes to the field of Avalon Bluff. And she decided somewhere in the east would be more fitting for her brother. A place that was green and promising, with hills that never seemed to end.
The danger was real. Effy and Angharad had both proven that, with their wits and their mirrors. The danger lived with her; perhaps it had been born with her, if the rest of the stories about changeling children were to be believed. The danger was as ancient as the world. But if fairies and monsters were real, so were the women who defeated them.
a study in drowning by ava reid
“I don’t make mistakes,” she said, and pulled away from me. “I know exactly what I’m doing.”
Charlotte Honoria Holmes
A Study in Charlotte by Brittany Cavallaro
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I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.
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She remembered how her heart, so tight, like a scroll, had opened when Arin kissed her. It had unfurled. If her heart were truly a scroll, she could burn it. It would become a tunnel of flame, a handful of ash. The secrets she had written inside herself would be gone. No one would know.