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January 14 - January 19, 2025
All stories are made of both truths and lies, she used to say. What matters is the way that we believe in them.
She knew the rules for visiting Fated churches: Always promise less than you can give, for Fates always take more. Do not make bargains with more than one Fate. And, above all, never fall in love with a Fate.
She could picture him flashing those deceptive dimples as he tricked an angel into losing its wings just so he could play with the feathers.
“People who don’t like me call me Jacks.”
“I don’t know if I can fix your broken heart, but you can take mine because it’s already yours.”
He’d helped her hold her heart together that night, and so many of the nights that followed.
Heroes don’t get happy endings. They give them to other people. Is that what you really want?”
“I want to save the boy I love. I’m just going to have to hope he’ll decide to save me, too.” Before Jacks could stop her, Evangeline drank.
“I warned you,” Jacks murmured.
If he loved you back, he wouldn’t be marrying someone else. End of story.
believe there are far more possibilities than happily ever after or tragedy. Every story has the potential for infinite endings.”
but it was tremendously hard to fully fall out of love with someone when you had no one else to love instead.
Never speak a word as you go through the Gateway Arch. The ancient magic of the North cannot pass the borders, but it always tries. It collects around the Gateway Arch, and if you speak as you travel through, the magic will steal your voice and use your words to lure unsuspecting travelers into helping it escape to other parts of the world.
Devastation made of hair as blue as dark ocean waves, and lips sharp as cracked glass that would delightedly cut her.
He
tasted like lust, and night, and something lost that should have stayed that way.
He looked like a bad decision some unfortunate person was about to make.
Self-pity doesn’t look good on you, Little Fox.
fountain pen with a curious label: For finding dreams that don’t exist yet.
Evangeline and her love were at the end of a dock covered in candles, which made the ocean glow so that it looked like a sea of fallen stars. Only night
and her moon watched. No one else was there, just Evangeline and her groom. Their foreheads were pressed together— and she might not have known exactly what they were doing, if not for the words her pen had etched into the sky: And then they will write their vows on their hands and place them over each other’s chests, so they may sink into their hearts, where they will be kept safe forever and always.
Even if you never want to see Jacks again, you’ll gravitate toward him until you fulfill the deal you’ve made with him.
“This arch may only be unlocked with a key that has not yet been forged. “Conceived in the north, and born in the south, you will know this key, because she will be crowned in rose gold.
“She will be both peasant and princess, a fugitive wrongly accused, and only her willing blood will open the arch.”
