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In anticipation of “The Raven King” (by Maggi Stiefvater @maggie-stiefvater )

Gansey

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lagom

(noun) An untranslatable Swedish word, lagom is defined as not too little, not too much, “just right.” The idea and feeling is often connected to the English story Goldilocks and the Three Bears, where Goldilocks find the right soup for herself. It is the feeling of what feels right, whether it’s the temperature of one’s tea, the sweetness in your coffee or the weather outside.  (via wordsnquotes)

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“Does anyone ask you why you stay, Sean Kendrick?“ “They do.” “And why do you?” “The sky and the sand and the sea and Corr.”

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Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place?

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Oh it sounds like swedish then, because I pronounce Fjerda just like that :)

Did somebody ask this already: How do you pronounce the J in Fjerda? Is it the Spanish J, like: F'h'erdA? Or the Nepali J, like F'z'erda? Or just the normal J?

Closer to the Spanish J. But it’s not Fuh-yerda. It’s closer to Fee-YAIR-da. I feel like Matthias trying to describe the Elderclock bells. 

I know I need to put up a new pronunciation guide. I promise to do it before Crooked Kingdom comes out. 

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His arms drop around my chest, he rips the rifle from my hands, then relieves me of the Luger. After another half second, he’s locked me into a bear hug, crushing me into his chest and lifting my feet off a couple inches off the ground as i kick furiously with my heels, twisting my head back and forth, snapping at his forearm with my teeth. And the whole time his lips tickling the delicate skin of my ear.

     “Cassie. Don’t. Cassie …”

     “Let … me … go”

     “That’s been the whole problem. I can’t.”

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#LeaveMe

Just One Day! Just one day until the cover reveal for Gayle Forman’s new novel, Leave Me. (Heehee, we couldn’t resist having some fun with Just One Day for all of us Gayle Forman fans.)

Reblog this with #LeaveMe and you just might be a lucky, randomly selected winner who will receive an advance copy of Gayle’s upcoming novel.

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Among them, it passed for ‘good luck’.

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#LeaveMe Cover reveal 1/6/16 (tomorrow)! Gayle Forman’s new novel!

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What a strange, shifting person he was. The Gansey who turned to her now was a world away from the lofty boy she’d first met. Without any hesitation, she stretched her arms around his neck. Who was this Blue? She felt bigger than her body. High as the stars. He leaned toward her—her heart spun again—and pressed his cheek against hers. His lips didn’t touch her skin, but she felt his breath, hot and uneven, on her face. His fingers splayed on either side of her spine. Her lips were so close to his jaw that she felt his hint of stubble at the end of them. It was mint and memories and the past and the future and she felt as if she’d done this before and already she longed to do it again.

Oh, help, she thought. Help, help, help.

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Do I have to sacrifice my firstborn in order for you to give us a sexy Lady Midnight snippet? Because I don’t want to sacrifice my firstborn but I do want that snippet, Cassie!!!! — emmacordeliacarstairs

The problem with SEXY BUSINESS is that it is spoilery. So since I don’t want any firstborn children turning up on my doorstep I racked my brains for a bit and decided to share a snippet with no names or descriptions. Could be any girl/boy couple, and there are a bunch. There are non girl/boy couples too, but those are dead spoilery.

She clutched at him, at his shoulders, his sides, her fingers digging into his skin, dragging him harder against her. He gasped into her mouth when she reached down to grab his soaking wet shirt and tore it up over his head. Her knees came up to clasp his hips and he shuddered, once, as if he were going to break.

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“My car reeks of your ego.” “My ego smells like success, so go ahead and fumigate your car—I know you’ll miss the scent.” She snorts. “And what does success smell like, Richard?” I lean back, my hand caressing her neck and shoulders. Her body melts against the seat, and I watch her knees squeeze together. “Like newly pressed suits, leather belts and Oxfords, a hint of shaving cream, and even more sandalwood.” I don’t dare restrain my grin. “You lie with me every night, Rose, I’d hope you know what I smell like.” And her neck heats beneath my palm. “The smell of success seems to be biased towards you.” This is a riddle that I know she’s already solved but I state aloud even if she can’t. “I am success, darling.”

Happy birthday to the king of my universe, the extraordinary Connor Cobalt!

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For a person walking in the rain, he needs someone next to him rather than an umbrella. For a crying person, a chest to lean on is needed more than a handkerchief.

Byeon Ji Sook, Mask (via piryohaeyo)

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What are all these?" Clary asked. "Vials of holy water, blessed knives, steel and silver blades," Jace said, piling the weapons on the floor beside him, "electrum wire - not much use at the moment but it's always good to have spares - silver bullets, charms of protetion, crucifixes, stars of David-" "Jesus," said Clary "I doubt he'd fit." "Jace." Clary was appalled.

Jace & Clary (City of Bones by Cassandra Clare)

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I like you better this way." For some reason, admitting this made her face go hot right away; she was very glad that he still had his face pressed into his pillow and the other boys were still in Noah's room. "Crushed and broken," Gansey said. "Just the way women like 'em.

Blue & Gansey (The Raven Boys [The Raven Cycle #1] by Maggie Stiefvater)

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I’ve found that life is a series of crossroads, dead-ends and U-turns. There is no real destination. There is no goal to end all goals. As long as we’re living, we’ll always keep driving.

Thora James (Amour Amour by Krista & Becca Ritchie)

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BEAUTY'S CURSE Her bow is drawn         to worlds of dark;         where arrows spring         and miss their mark. She'll turn their heads--         but not their hearts.

(Love & Misadventure by Lang Leav)