The Caraval Complete Trilogy (Caraval, #1-3)
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there was too much grief and too much pain; she didn’t have room for emotions like fear.
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The blood from his wound felt eager to mingle with hers.
Shoshanah
Author has a blood kink confirmed
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These words did not taste sweet at all. They latched on to her tongue like barbs. Biting and sharp and utterly unholy.
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‘Is this transaction too intense for you,’ Jacks panted, ‘or are you actually worried about me?’ ‘Don’t flatter yourself.’
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ice. It wasn’t quite a kiss, but it didn’t hurt so much when she brushed her lips against his.
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This kiss was urgent and wild and raw and corrupt. Full of all the terrible emotions flowing between them.
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He wanted her. She was all he wanted. All he thought about.
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Red tracks ran down his cheeks, ghosts of tears he’d cried for her.
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She could still taste him on her lips. Tart and bitter and deliciously sweet. Apples and grief and Fated magic.
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there was something pleasantly mocking about ‘Your Highness.’
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Legend wasn’t crowned yet, but he already moved like an emperor stepping into a throne room.
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He might have been a liar and a villain, but he made both things look very good.
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‘Let me out of here, you bastard!’ ‘I think I preferred Your Highness.’
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She could handle his glares and his barbed remarks, but his tenderness could upend her completely.
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Scarlett’s love reminded her that while some things never healed, other things grew stronger.
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Earlier, his gaze had been full of stars, but now his eyes were soulless
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It was a place for making mistakes and bad deals.
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spiky rage of her burning-red anger
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her palace had been a thing made of dust and history.
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He was tailored suits over inked tattoos, and lies that people wanted to believe.
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thin threads of worried silver
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Love is poison to us. Love and immortality cannot coexist. If an immortal feels true love for even a minute, they become human for that minute. If the feeling lasts too long, their mortality becomes permanent.
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It’s not safe to tempt an immortal to love.
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Love and immortality cannot coexist. We only feel obsession, fixation, lust, possession.
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Jacks slowly spun around, smiling as if he’d already won more than just the right to slip inside of her dreams.
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But it was difficult to be afraid of nightmares when Scarlett’s thoughts were still tangled up in the dream that was Julian.
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If Julian had written the words, Scarlett was certain her heart would have raced, or her cheeks would have hurt from the way her smile stretched. She’d have felt something.
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gossip rarely contained compliments.
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she was less afraid of battling monsters than she was of giving Legend her heart once again.
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she’d fallen in love with him, and it had been like drinking magic – indescribable, all-consuming and fantastically addictive.
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The world no longer smelled like anticipation. It smelled like him. Like magic and heartbreak.
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If she leaned in, he’d kiss her until it consumed her, until she couldn’t breathe without him and she gasped yes to whatever he asked.
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‘But I don’t want your immortality, Legend. I want your love.’
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I can’t imagine spending an eternity with someone who will never love me.’
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Bedlam reigned where hours ago there had been magic and butterflies.
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his love for her sister outweighed the promise he’d made to Legend,
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This was why Tella had always liked Julian. He never gave up on Scarlett.
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The count’s residence looked like the beginning of a fairy tale, before the magic had arrived.
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Lovely and wrong.
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He said the word ruthless the way someone else might have said the word beautiful.
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‘It’s my native tongue, for “daughter”.’
Shoshanah
darth vader moment
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She already had one murderous, power-hungry father. She didn’t deserve another one.
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there was nothing remotely comforting about a man
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the Fallen Star was made of magnificent golds.
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red liquid the color of broken hearts.
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Everything that hurt was everything she cared about
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Just because it was a negative emotion didn’t mean it wasn’t a valuable one.
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He smelled like dirt and tears and perfection.
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She wished there was a way to tether her heart to his, so that even when they were apart they would still be attached.
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There were things in this world to be truly afraid of, but loving Julia...
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