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Laini Taylor
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July 15 - July 20, 2024
But no. That was wrong. Akiva’s jaw clenched and unclenched. Karou wasn’t a prize to win; that wasn’t why he was here. She was a woman and would choose her own life.
and Akiva would be able to be in Karou’s life, if only at the edges of it. He would be able to see her, at least, and know that she was well.
If he doesn’t look back this time, I’ve lost him.
How do you just thrust “I love you” out into the air? It needs waiting arms to catch
“I wasn’t there to protect you,” he said. “I should never have left you there with him—” “I protected myself,” Karou cut in.
“It’s all I want, to be beside you, helping you. If it takes forever, all the better, if it’s forever with you.”
“Be sure. Karou, I won’t let anything happen to you. After everything, and… now… I’m not letting you out of my sight.”
I’ve seen other universes. I’ve been to them. And I destroyed them.
Excuse me sis ????
MOOD MEN ARE TRASH !!!!
When he spoke, his voice was low and sweet and rough with love. “Karou? Are you there?”
“This should keep the delegates of Science and Faith busy arguing in the halls. I am descended from an angel. It’s my goddamn genetic destiny.”
“You’re right,” Akiva said. “I’m sorry.” “I don’t want you to be sorry. I want you to be… alive.”
They belonged to each other to hold.
They’d left nothing behind but thoroughly empty dishes and—this would be one for the conspiracy theorists—several long blue hairs in the shower where an angel’s hand had stroked a devil’s head, locked in a long—and so very long-awaited—embrace.
The blade. What Karou saw was peripheral. If her hand couldn’t catch the blade, her head couldn’t turn fast enough to see it enter Akiva’s heart. His heart that she had pressed palm and cheek to, but not yet her own heart, not her own chest to his, or her lips to his, or her life to his, not yet. The heart that moved his blood, and that was the other half of her own. She saw from the corner of her eye, and it was enough. She saw. The blade entered Akiva’s heart.
Hold on JUST A SECOND
A kiss must end for another to begin, and it did, and did again.
“I… I sang,” she whispered, “if that matters,” and Karou felt her heart pulled to pieces.
😭😭😭
If Ziri’s soul was in that canteen, Karou would happily learn whatever song Liraz had sung and make it part of her resurrection ritual forever, just so that the angel would never feel that she’d been foolish.
Liraz may have captured Ziri’s soul like a butterfly in a bottle, but that was only a formality. It was already hers. And, clearly, judging by the state of her, laugh-sobbing in Karou’s arms, hers was his, too.
On the bed: a blanket to cover them, a blanket that was theirs together. And some time in the night they met on it and faced each other across lessening space, knees curled beneath themselves and wishbone held between. And they hooked their fingers around its slender spurs, and pulled.
“Of course he’s watching them,” she said. “He’s a man.” “Then men should
