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“Go, my Darling, unto that place Where magic still exists Beyond the confines of this cruel world As you will not be missed Instead, I’ll find you in a dream Or a wistful plea on stars Hours of suffering no more redeemed For eternity is ours.”
“It begs the question … what happens when the dead return from the grave?”
Few knew of the prince’s penchant for men, aside from Zevander, who’d sometimes escorted his lovers safely to and from the castle.
I appreciate the queer representation but mind you this is a ten year old.
you imagine the utter chaos? To desire the flesh and blood of another so … violently? It’s almost macabrely romantic.”
Comparing cannabilism to romance is truly macabre
I watched through the small window of my cell, as the moon rose and darkness swallowed daylight like a fading flame.
irascible
Since the night he’d snuck into the girl’s room with every intent to kill her, she’d roused a maddening plague on his mind.
I’d always found the light far too scrutinizing.
It irritated me, the way he consumed my attention. I didn’t even have to be skilled in fighting to know it was already a weakness.
He found her oddly arousing and adorable at the same time.
candles flickering around her, as if the light longed to touch her,
Such a beautiful simile
She was beautiful. No, beautiful was too weak a word. She was intoxicating. Exquisitely divine.
He turned his head to the side, refusing to let her see the yearning that was damned near beaming in his eyes.
“Do I still annoy you?” she asked. “Endlessly.”
I love the trope of being annoyed by unfamiliar longing and emotions but it being masked by annoyance of a persons presence and personality
“I’m everyone’s enemy. There’s nothing virtuous about the magic I wield.” “And if mine is associated with death, maybe I’m everyone’s enemy, as well.” Those mercurial eyes found me again, brimming with dark amusement. “Aren’t we a pair …” He jerked his head.
“Do you ever think you’d kill me?” “Sometimes, yes.” I elbowed him in the arm and let loose a chuckle, turning in time to catch the elusive smile on his face. How handsome, with his bright white teeth and the dimple in his unscarred cheek. When the humor died out, he lowered his gaze. “I think the world would be far duller, though.”
His first verbal admirition awww
An ache throbbed in his chest at the sight of her, his every thought plagued by her haunting allure.
“Do not put your trust in him. The Goddess of Death will punish.”
The foreshadowing of a downfall between meavyth and zevander is killing me...especially bc the death goddess already mentioned "there's something you need to know about him."
capricious,”
Adj. Given to sudden unpredictable changes in mood
He lurched toward me, clamped his hand around my nape, and crushed his lips to mine.
AHHHHH FINALLY!!!
“What is this?” he asked, his ragged voice carrying a hint of bewilderment. Dilated pupils swallowed the gold of his irises, and his brows furrowed deeper than before as he thumbed his lip. “It can’t ...” His voice drifted off, eyes losing focus as he seemed to slip into thoughts. “It’s okay. I want this.” “You don’t know what this is.” I reached out for him, and he nearly tripped over himself to back away.
He is so scared of emotions i love it
“May I ask who she was?”
Im getting notes it may be her mother
Take her. She belongs to no one else.
How greedily he desired her. His little moon witch.
