The Missing of Clairdelune (The Mirror Visitor, #2)

by Christelle Dabos

She would find her place, despite Thorn.

Thorn didn’t care about anyone; Ophelia decided not to care about him anymore.

“What you did, earlier, on that rostrum,” said Thorn, his voice leaden. “It was brave.”

insult me, slap me, smash a plate over my head if you feel like it, and then let’s never speak of it again.

“I don’t say that to make you anxious. I say it because you are capable of it, as I have witnessed more than once.”

No, really, I’ve already traveled several times to other arks and I’ve never seen a family spirit so unworthy of his own power.”

She saw only Thorn in his big, black uniform, at the very back of the auditorium, well hidden from view. He was not applauding.

“He is the embodiment of order, and I am that of chaos.

“He must not be allowed time to record the incident in his notebook. Or the entire theatre could suffer the consequences.”

Now she realized she’d been gravely mistaken: there was something else about this tale. Farouk’s power had become so uncontrollable that the entire theater had had to be evacuated.

“I would never do you any harm.”

He really was serious about their reconciliation.

And I don’t give a damn whether people find me suspect, as long as I am not so in your eyes.

After the Provost of the Marshals, this was the second Mirage to disappear from within the best guarded bastion of all Citaceleste.

She’d choked on a peach stone; electrocuted herself plugging in a lamp; crushed her fingers in a sash window;

Ophelia is me

So this, then, was the Pole, seen from beyond its walls and illusions? The coexistence of the infinitely small and the infinitely large?

Without thinking, Ophelia dived headfirst into her great-uncle’s big belly.

“So it was they who attacked your children? Is that the reason you inherited their estate?”

understand him better than he does himself. It’s your heart that he really needs, not your hands.”

“Because I’ve never made such an effort not to be hated by someone.”

Spurred by an uncontrollable impulse, Ophelia tugged on Thorn’s big, black sleeve. “Come back with us.”

!!!!!!!!

“I’ve been reading all sorts of objects for years, and yet I feel as if I know nothing. An Earth shattered to pieces. Deliberately forgetful family spirits. Indecipherable Books. You.”

Sometimes he feels as empty as the caskets he gives his sister.

are they aware that one day they will be the kings and queens of the world, a world that will no longer bear any resemblance to the globe resting on Artemis’s knees?

He is scared of becoming what God expects of him, and he is also scared of never becoming it.

Archibald had disappeared? No, Archibald couldn’t disappear. He belonged to that category of demanding men one just can’t get rid of.

Why do i ship it

I am just looking forward to the wedding being over and you leaving the Pole with your whole family.”

Bruh fuck thorn