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+Except he didn’t know what she was.
Before they married, she made him promise that for one day out of the week, he would let her bathe in private and never disturb her.”
“Did he keep his promise?”
“He was a weak man,” I said, running my thumb along her full bottom lip. “Of course he did not."She liked the way I said that and rewarded me with a kiss.”
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“Tell me a tale,” she had begun, climbing into my lap.I caught the slow glint of hunger building in her eyes. I gripped her waist, held her in place. She squirmed as if she were trapped.This was part of our game.“Once upon a time,” I said, “there was a man who married a water spirit named Melusine. +

“She is already beyond me. I am simply the thing that marks the journey, that which is left behind to bear witness. Perhaps I am the door.Perhaps I am the dream.”

+Sometimes there is nothing behind the door, only the stacked faces of strangers. Sometimes the door holds row upon row of indignities plucked and preserved like fruit out of season. And sometimes the door is a piece of yourself that has been exiled and severed for reasons you have been made to forget, and it is only in dream that it dares to show itself.”

“As a scholar, I have always found dreams to be frustrating—if not lazy—motifs. They might be portents or prophecies, messages or mysteries. Dreams might pass through gates of horn and speak true, or sneak through gates of ivory and speak false. At its heart, a dream is a door.+

“By the end of our third year of marriage, I understood that the secret to everlasting love was fear. Fear tethered love in place. Without the terror that came from imagining a life without your beloved, there was no urgency in loving them”

“Our translucent house was a compromise: I could see all of her, but never know all of her.”

“I have since learned that marriage is nothing more than a spell strengthened by daily ritual. The spell requires libations.mundane musings hoarded and pored over, the repetition of small dismays, the knowledge of how your spouse takes their coffee."

“Then she sat up, her hair over her breasts and the sheets around her waist, and with her other hand touched where my own pulse strained against my skin.
Indigo did not speak. But our heartbeats shared the same rhythm. It said: Here is the dialect of the living and I am living alongside you. It said: I know this, too, and I can share it with you.”

“Look how I will carve myself to fit into your life. Who will not do less?In Indigo’s blue toes and ruined skin, I saw a love letter. Gruesome, yes, but for all that it became in the end, it must be said that it was always true.”

“I had always found the rejected stepsisters of Cinderella far more captivating than the story’s namesake, and now I knew why. When the shoe did not fit, they cut off their toes, sliced off their heels, squeezed their feet into glass, and lowered their skirts to cover the pain. Perhaps, in the end, the prince made the wrong choice. Such devotion is hard to come by, after all."

“At night, there were an endless number of games for us to play. Sometimes she was Theseus fleeing the labyrinth, and I was the savaging Minotaur trying to sink my teeth into her. Occasionally, I was Endymion and she was Selene, the moon goddess draped in silver who crawled onto my lap and fit me inside her.”

the jealousy and fascination i'm feeling rn

“I wish I could win your hand like in the stories,” I said. “I’d fetch you the feather from the tail of a firebird. I’d fit the ocean in a walnut shell. Or find you Cinderella’s glass slippers.”

“In fairy tales, a kiss marks a threshold—between the state of being cursed or cured lies a kiss. But not all kisses cure;
some kill. Thresholds go both ways, after al”

“Don’t look,” she repeated.

I stilled beneath her. The first time she said it felt like a reminder. The second time was different. A test.”

“She became a question, and the answer she saw on my face made her close the space between us
and kiss me.”

i love this sm

prettiest sure apollo is going to die because the person he loved most was himself

did that hoe appollo disguise himself as jacks???

I NEED A LALA IN MY LIFE AAAAA

I LOVE EVANGELINE I LOVEEEE EHER🥹🥹o iubeeeesc

EVANGELINE IS BACK AAAAA I LOVE HER🥹

did i mention that i love jacks?🥱

I LOVE JACKS.!.!

i'm a mess🙂

i feel like mertine ie marisol

MY SIGNED COPY FINALLY ARRIVED!!!!!!

FINALLY REACHED THE FINAL CHAPTER BUT ITS TEN PAGES LONG????gonna cry out of frustration IM SICK AND TIREEEEED

“Do I really look like I’d murder someone?”
“Well…You look like you could murder this pussy, so yeah, you do look like a killer.”

BLEEEEAAAAH🙂🙂only 70 pages left only 70 only🙂i'm losing it

it feels like a story game in which the character is sent on side quest to exchange in conversation that everyone gives zero fucks about and skims trough it anyway at the huge lack of connection ugh i'm bored out of my mindfdd I SWEAR THIS WILL BE THE LAST HATE READ IM TIRED TIIIIIREEEEED