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Because the doors reflect everything like a mirror: the kids spilling out onto the basketball courts, the emerald bamboo groves planted around the science building, the flock of sparrows taking to the skies in the distance…
Everything but me.


👀

“Maybe we can move past that part of the story.

PLEASE DO.

Them playing catan is too funny. 6 ore for 1 sheep? SIR PLEASE 🙃

…my nipples choose that instant to stand at attention, like eager little meerkats.

Miss Henry and her metaphors 💀💀💀

I AM CACKLING

“Are you stealing my TV?”

Giggling.

“Would you like me to come around and bend you over the table?” He tips his head to the side. “Fuck you right here so we can get it over with? Or would you like to draw it out a bit?”

The audible gasp that just left my mouth

He’s fire and brimstone. I’m shattered ice. Our collision is steam and destruction, destined to dissipate, but I’ll gladly burn beneath him until the world comes crumbling down.

The dragons in the sky certainly look like they’re … flurrting. 
My cheeks heat.
Good for them. At least somebody’s fucking in real life and not just in their dreams. 

💀💀💀

“Thank you.” I look between them both. “You don’t need me to kill anyone in exchange for it, do you?”
Silence prevails for so long I almost repeat the question. 
“Ahh, no. We’ll pass,” the red-haired male says. 
“Nice.”
And strange. That’s usually how it works.

COOKED

“You don’t mind, do you?” I ask, pointing at the bowl. 
“Not enough to stop you,” the shirtless male says, his raised brow inching up his head until it’s almost lost amongst his rebellious locks.

“He glares at me. 
I flash him a smile. 
“You’re very stubborn,” he says, moving around to crouch by the stool.”

I’m so here for the witty banter

Helen Hoang called this, “Witty and downright hilarious.” So if this doesn’t deliver the dose of serotonin I need on a Saturday night post ‘That’s Not My Name’ by Megan Lally, Ms Hoang herself will have to give me some answers

There is SO much information, I’m drowning

Why am I being trusted with so much information from the first page

Losing me a little

Snorri should be synonymous with delulu

Giggling already

Truth that came too late was useful as a meal to a dead man.

“So this is another one of your blackmailing schemes?”
“A business proposition.”
I laughed and tightened my hold on her back, squeezing her against me. “You? Take me down again? Things have changed a little since that last time.”


The enemies to lovers is delivering

He died the way all men die, one breath at a time.

“Here, away from the gossip, we needn’t pretend to be anything we’re not.”
Ravyn’s eyes did not leave my face. If my words had stung him, his stonelike features bore no tell. He leaned forward. “And what are we, Miss Spindle?”


SCREAMING

“I trailed him with heavy steps, shooting daggers into his back. I wanted to shout, to break the glass of his control. But I could not find the words. The day had stolen them. And the night had buried them.”


In love with the writing

“I glanced up at him. “What about you, Captain? Are you too nice for your own good?”
He watched me, something I could not read flashing in his gray eyes. “No, Miss Spindle,” he said. “I’m not nice at all.”

Write it down, he had told me.
Write down every word once you get there,
Before the truth is forgotten.
And now we do, at the least the parts we remember.

It’s been a while since I’ve wanted a book to not finish

Evie isn’t the funniest but this is pretty funny?

“Let’s make one thing clear. I don’t care who you are. I don’t care about whatever the hell keeps you on Earth. I only care about protecting her.”

SCREAMING

His thumb swept across her cheek, gentle, like a lover’s touch, like he wasn’t standing in the flames of someone who could end him, who held his fate in her shaking hands.

Oaths mean nothing to death.

Chills. Literal chills.