Shadowfever (Fever #5)

by Karen Marie Moning

Each morning we wake up, we get to choose between hope and fear and apply one of those emotions to everything we do.

👏🏻

And I’m sorry your pretty little world got all screwed up, but everybody’s does, and you go on. It’s how you go on that defines you.

This mantra the whole damn series

I trust him in death like I never did in life.

AGHH STILL HURTS THE SECOND TIME

Don’t want to be alone anymore. So tired of being alone. Tired of waiting.

She (I) rushes down the dark, warm, inviting hall, hurrying to his (my) bed. We need our lover. It has been too long.

Hmmm wrong but also… not wrong

“Only two in all existence could ever travel through that Silver: the Unseelie King and his concubine. Any other that touches it is instantly killed. Even Fae.”

Until he’d been gone, I hadn’t understood how empty the world was without him.

🫠

“Hey, beautiful girl.” My head whipped around. It was the dreamy-eyed guy that had worked with Christian at the Ancient Languages Department at Trinity College,

Then sound and motion resumed with the tinkle of crystal as the wineglass the dreamy-eyed guy had been tossing hit the floor and shattered.

The fear dorcha had been shuffling a tarot deck. The card I held was framed in crimson and black.

Of course it was… the runes

“When are you going to wise up and shut this bitch down for good?”

I forgot how awful Lor was ahhhh

“One day you will wish to talk of me.

Hmm but she is

If something goes wrong, it is blamed on Murphy. It is the same with Cruce. If Cruce had indeed cast the curse into the Silvers, it would not have corrupted their primary function.

Oh poor baby cruce blegh

“What the fuck do you think you’re—get your ass out of—Ms. Lane! Fuck! Mac!” As I vanished into the wall, I felt his hand close on my coat, and I laughed. He’d called me Mac, and I wasn’t even dying.

“No more than I.”

Hahaha because they both are technically the king

I saw an elderly man with a heavy Irish accent pouring drinks a few times when I came to get you, but no one like you’re describing.”

He appears how you wish him to appear

I cannot be two of me at once without halving my abilities.” “What are you talking about?” He didn’t answer.

Hmmmmmmmm

Cruce? V’lane was Cruce?

DUH DOONA BE DUHING ME LASS

When I’d asked him about Cruce, he’d gotten irritated, saying: One day you will wish to talk of me.

Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever.

AHHH CALLING IT BACK BABY