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the plot has not been active the entire book BUT NOW IN THE LAST say 40 pages it took from where it left😵‍💫

i love elias.

the built up of the relationship is SO HOOD. proceeded to do what other authors can't seem to accomplish in 400+ pages (AND IM ON OAGE 150????)

“But if he should ever speak to you the way that he spoke to Lady Carroway, I will find a new pair of scissors, Dora.”

you mean the privileged hoe ?deserved it. I HATE THESE PEOPLE AND THEIR VIXTIM COMPLEX!hearing that you profit off of other's suffering makes u feel bad?GOOD DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT kys

Elias has a "temper" because he told the privileged hoes how the working class people pay the price for the "peace" of the upper class???he made them feel like bad people:((MAYBE BECAUSE YOUR ARE???and now they made him pray for their forgiveness honestly fuck you

i love elias.

i love elias.

meh

“As we age, we become our parents; live long enough and we see faces repeat in time. ”

this scares me (i hold to the same fears as Dorian Gray so🥲)

the kind of book that makes me fall in love with it by confusing me with its wording yet successful in getting its message across I LOVE IT😞

the characters are so bland 😵‍💫i don't understand what's happening and truth be told i don't care much. I WANTED TO BUT THE CHARACTERS GAVE ME NOTHING TO WORK WITH, still not sure if the writing style either does a good job at concealing the monotonous approach to the story or if it EXPOSES IT🙂the folklore aspects are delicious but EXECUTED SO POORLY 😞

“She wondered if a girl could become a tree, no longer aging in mortal ways but by seasons. Could a girl become a wildflower patch, resurrected every spring and summer only to wilt and fade come the sting of frost? Could she become the foam of the sea that rolled over the coast for an eternity, or a flame that danced in a hearth? A winged being of the wind, sighing over the hills? ”

“You can know a person in totality—as they are revealed in the angle of light hitting your eyes, in a poem of photons and particles,in the particular wavelengths adjusted to your height, the contours of your nostrils, the private landscape of your synapses.Your mind makes a map of them and even barefoot and blindfolded, this terrain becomes a truth.And it is a truth.But only at an angle."

“I pictured my mother as she had once been—burning and bright—before she began to collapse. My mother had given me little of herself. Not her mouth or her height or her laugh, and I was terrified that of all the things she hadn’t passed down it would be this slow unrecognizableness that I inherited, like a vicious disease that would eat me from the inside out.”

“Time followed us to school every morning and afternoon.It sat on our shoulders while we dreamt of faeries, heard us sigh when we were lulled into sleep, traced where our knees touched across Indigo’s green bed, smelled our bones lengthening in the afternoons, and watched how as the years blurred and softened,so did we.”

“the entrance to another world craves that which cannot be traced. It wants the mouthy weight of a nickname no longer uttered, the soft-furred throat of the dreams that pad quietly after you from one year to the next.To belong to the Otherworld, you must not belong to yourself.”

“I understood that beauty has its own power. Beauty transformed. Its presence could coax ambrosia from sour fruit or take an ordinary, rained-upon sidewalk and dew it with diamonds. I wanted beauty to touch me, change me, declare me worthy of its notice.”

“Jupiter seemed to possess some magic of his own because he took one look at my mother’s red mouth and empty eyes and fit himself into those hollows until all she could see was him.”

literally how my parents got together i can talk about the meaning behind this for hoursss

“Then Melusine abandoned him for the sea.”
“Poor Melusine,” said Indigo as she shifted to let me in. “You can tell she really loved him.”
"Is that so?”

“One day, curiosity overcame the husband and he spied on her through a hole in the door, and that’s when he realized his wife was not fully mortal. Below the waist”—here, I paused to demonstrate, and Indigo sighed as I stroked her—“she was a serpent.Indigo gripped my shoulders. “Then what?+

as i said before the jealousy i'm feelingggg