Sorrow and Starlight (Zodiac Academy, #8)

by Caroline Peckham

Maybe we were never meant to win, maybe this was a tragedy, and I was in the final act, moving towards an inevitable end along with everyone I loved. Maybe I never really had a choice in how this would go.

this whole series :(

The chimes of the Gorgon clock were tolling, but this pain would be chiselled away into a treasure eventually. One we could place gently within a casket in our chests, to take out and cry over whenever we needed. But for now, our grief was a roughened stone with edges that made us bleed inside. It was bleak, it was agony, it was the cruel and unforgiving way of death.

i have no words

The end was coming. I could feel it everywhere.

im unwell

I would claim him this day, and nevermore would I seek the loins of another codfish. For he was my one true salmon, and the rivers of our destiny were wide and flowing toward an eternal horizon. It was time to bathe in our estuary and sup upon the freshwater and may all those who opposed us perish on my flail.

“There isn’t a depth I won’t fall to for this,” she warned me, and I nodded. “Then I’m ready to fall at your side.”

help

“Is anything ever going to be okay again?” I whispered, not wanting to voice it too loud in case the stars listened in and took it as a challenge to make things worse.

ive been asking this for the last 4 books

“I hereby declare this island, the Rebels’ Undying Mighty Province!” she boomed, amplifying her voice with a spell that reverberated off of every hill we’d claimed for our new sanctuary.

not the RUMP lmao

#poopingrights #illploptilidrop

He caught my cheek in his palm, his eyes a whirling ocean storm and my back hit the wall as he captured me like a crab in a net. Oh to be his crustacean…

“You cannot look at me thus and not expect to dive deep into my lady waters,” I panted. “Avert your eyes or make true on the vows that shine within them like the star you are named after, Max Rigel.” “Is that code for ‘please fuck me’?” He smirked, and gracious, that smile was a mountain which I wished to climb, to bury my flag in its peak and announce it as mine. “I could not be clearer,” I panted. “Take me to Davy Jones’ Locker, and plunder my treasure chest with your sea cucumber.”

“Regret is the enemy of the future.”

Lucy Burfoot: I’m a #mareforAltair and I don’t care! #whipmeandwatchmeneighneigh #getyourspangledangleinmywangle #hotforthetrot

I let him see himself as I saw him, a powerful, wonderful sea beast, come to plunder my rock pools and harvest the pearls from my oyster.

oh gerry

“Don’t. Call. Me. Gabe.” I yanked the sword back out and it turned to ash before three more took its place.

“You and me weren’t a story that was ready to end,”

crying

“Do you want me to kneel for you again, my Queen?” he asked against my skin, his fists bunching in the fabric of my dress.

FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!