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by
V.E. Schwab
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January 2 - January 7, 2024
I’d love to have magic that smelled of roses!!
Love the description of his connection to magic
Haha flower boy 😂
Like to like. Resonating. Amplifying.
Vitari. It is the word for magic. It refers to its existence, and its creation.
Kell thought—in a far-off, woozy way—that under different circumstances, they might have been friends.
“Monsters don’t faint in the presence of ladies.” “Ladies don’t dress like men and pick pockets,” retorted Kell.
“And in trouble.”
even though he knew that the thing about magic was that it bent the odds. But still.
the strange magical boy in his black coat, looking breathless and angry.
“Some people say magic lives in the mind, others the heart,” said Holland quietly, “but you and I both know it lives in the blood.”
Kell managed to focus his eyes enough to see Lila standing there, clutching an iron bar with both hands.
Badass!!
“Antari. That is what we are called. Blood magicians.”
The first thing about magic that you have to understand, Lila, is that it is not inanimate. It is alive. Alive in a different way than you or I, but still very much alive.”
“Purity without balance is its own corruption.
“Sure I do,” countered Lila cheerfully. “There’s Dull London, Kell London, Creepy London, and Dead London,” she recited, ticking them off on her fingers. “See? I’m a fast learner.”
“Death comes for everyone,” she said simply. “I’m not afraid of dying. But I am afraid of dying here.” She swept her hand over the room, the tavern, the
city. “I’d rather die on an adventure than live standing still.”
then turned to find Lila waiting, her back purposely to the tavern, as if her present were already her past.
Kell frowned. “I’ve never met anyone like you.” He hadn’t meant it as a compliment, but Lila took it that way, flashing him a grin. “What can I say,” she said, “I’m one of a kind.”
“You said yourself,” she added, “that everyone has a mix of humanity and magic in them. That means I do, too.”
Kell smiled back. And then Lila brought her free hand to his jaw and tugged his mouth toward hers. The kiss was there and then gone, like one of her smiles. “What was that for?” he asked, dazed. “For luck,” she said, squaring her shoulders to the wall. “Not that I need it.”
“Five minutes!” said Kell, sliding his coat from her shoulders and back onto his own, flicking up the collar. “You can’t keep your hands to yourself for five minutes! Tell me you haven’t already gone and sold off the stone.”
I have worth to them and so they keep me, but that is not the same as belonging.”
“Love doesn’t keep us from freezing to death, Kell,” she continued, “or starving, or being knifed for the coins in our pocket. Love doesn’t buy us anything, so be glad for what you have and who you have because you may want for things but you need for nothing.”
magic boy,”
Kell knew better. He knew how dangerous the stone was, and yet, even now, staring down at his darkened veins, that danger felt strangely faraway.
Magic wasn’t something he lusted for; it was something he simply had. But now his veins felt starved of it, and starving for it.
I like her relation of Magic to addiction. It makes sense
“Yes. You are the very image of health.”
Love the sarcasm
He would flirt with a nicely upholstered chair, and he never takes anything seriously.”
“Yes. The king and queen may not be my parents, but Rhy is my brother. I would die for him.
That it judges, and so can they. Aven essen, they call it. Divine balance.”
“As Athera. To grow. As Pyrata. To burn. As Illumae. To light. As Travars. To Travel. As Orense. To open. As Anasae. To dispel. As Hasari. To heal. So I tried to heal him.
Definitely appreciating Latin roots/stems of the words that are queuing me into what they mean. Nice one V.E.!
He’s headstrong and thinks with every part of his body but his brain most days, but he’s a good prince. He possesses something many lack: empathy.
He forgave his captors. He understood why they did it, and he felt their suffering.
Like Jesus ❤️
“I steal for freedom,”
“Look after him.” Lila smiled grimly and tugged up the collar of her coat. “I will,” she said again before vanishing into the street.
Battles may be fought from the outside in, but wars are won from the inside out.”
The two halves remain connected, even when they are apart.
But so did the hesitation, and the confusion, and the fear. He knew what to do. Knew what he had to do. “Give me the stone,” he said.
My life is his life, thought Kell. His life is mine. Bind it to mine and bring him back.
This is gonna come to bite him in the ass later
“No London is truly without magic,” observed the priest.
“One adventure at a time,” she said.
warned you, magic is not about balance. It is about dominance. You control it, or it controls you.”
“You are very, very late,” she growled.
“How did you know she wasn’t me?” Kell managed an exhausted smile. “Because she said please.”
Kell shrugged slightly. It took a lot of effort. “I just knew,” he said.
the prince of Red London shivered and fell still.
So sad!! 😭😭 Unless he’s still alive??
He pressed his mouth to hers for one brief moment, the warmth there and then gone. She frowned up at him, but did not pull away. “What was that for?” she asked. “For luck,” he said. “Not that you need it.”
Yes!! About time!!
“Never thought I’d be so happy to smell the flowers.”
