Manon is my favorite so far. What a bamf.

"Leave." Manon sliced her nail underneath Elide's chin, leaving a trickle of blood in its wake. And just because, Manon pulled back and sucked Elide's blood off her iron nail.

I finished my last assignment before my college graduation. It feels SO GOOD.

She wondered if they had ever learned what became of their brethren in the West. She didn't know how she found it in herself to care. But they seemed so... curious. Surprising even herself, Celaena whispered into the humming night, "They still live."

Perhaps the world would never be perfect, perhaps some things would never be right, but maybe she stood a chance of finding her own sort of peace and freedom.

And then she said, so quietly it was hardly more than a murmur, "I can't tell if I should be ashamed of wanting to hold you on this day, or grateful that, despite what happened before now, it somehow brought me to you."

But the ravine only seemed to grow wider, like the maw of a giant beast opening to devour the world.
So Celaena did not cross, and the stag turned away, his steps near silent as he disappeared between the tangles trees of the ageless wood.

Family. Dorian had never really considered himself to be in an actual family. And certainly not now. If anyone found out about what had happened in that hallway yesterday, about the magic he might have, his father would kill him. He had a second son, after all. Families weren't exactly supposed to think like that, were they?

"We all bear scars, Dorian. Mine just happen to be more visible than most."

I finished this book a day early for Tolkien Reading Day but it was wonderful and I cried several times. The last time I cried at a book was over Sirius Black. 10/10

Hey guys! If you don't like the quotes I post just... scroll past. They aren't mine and are said in context of a story.. This isn't Facebook and comments that aren't constructive have no place on my profile. I'm pretty disappointed I already have to post one of these. K thx

"Nothing is a coincidence. Everything has a purpose."

Magic was dead, the Fae were banished or executed, and she would never again have anything to do with the rise and fall of kingdoms.

She wasn't fated for anything. Not anymore.

New hair design! Please excuse my messy kitchen I took this on my way to get lunch.

Got a new hair design and now I'm taking a break with Katrina before I go back to writing. She loves the silmarillion as much as I do. I read it out loud to her often #crazycatlady? #probably

Thereafter for four years more Beren wandered still upon Dorthonion, a solitary outlaw; but he became the friend of birds and beasts, and they aided him, and did not betray him, and from that time forth he ate no flesh nor slew any living thing that was not in the service of Morgoth.

Arien the maiden was mightier than he, and she was chosen because she had not feared the heats of Laurelin, and was unhurt by them, being from the beginning the spirit of fire, whom Melkor had not deceived nor drawn to his service.

Isil the Sheen the Vanyar of old named the Moon, flower of Telperion in Valinor; and Anar the Fire-Golden, fruit of Laurelin, they named the Sun. But the Noldor named them also Rána, the Wayward, and Vása, the Heart of Fire, that awakens and consumes; for the Sun was set as a sign for the awakening of Men and the waning of the Elves, but the moon cherishes their memory.

Yet even as hope failed and her song faltered, Telperion bore at last upon a leafless bough one great flower of silver, and Laurelin a single fruit of gold.