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399 pages, Hardcover
First published June 15, 2021
"Dr. Kari was one of her scariest professors in the semester. He had down tilted dark eyes and a fierce white beard, and he was strict. One time a girl got late to the class and he made her stand outside in the corridor in full view until she had gone red in the face from humiliation. Students were scared to ask him a question. But it didn't end there. He also seemed to enjoy looking at young girls too much in the class, all eighteen-year-old first-years except an older Corvina."
"Corvina felt sick not just with the night but with the story, thinking about a man in a situation she was as a woman forced him. It was absolutely disgusting.
"Corvina leaned against the wall for support, a glass of drink in her hand...
“If this is madness,” she whispered almost against his lips, “drown me in it.”
She had walked these lands of evil and marked them with love.
↠ in short:🔮 characters: mhm
↠ in long:
🔮 ᴄᴏʀᴠɪɴᴀ ᴄʟᴇᴍᴍ
“Steer clear of me, little crow,” he muttered, his eyes piercing, flaying her open. “You might be a luring siren but I’m no ordinary sailor.”
↠ i wish they hadn't been so insta, but i was pretty impressed that for a relationship beginning w only vague statements and staring contests (yes ruNyx has not switched up her tried and true methods), these two had chemistry and a bucket load of sexual tension 🔥 also i thought the way he said i love you was rly rly cute
He bit the side of her neck, wild in his passion. “I’m in your head, in your blood, in your very veins. I’ve claimed you before anything else ever could. Your body, your heart, your mind, your fucking soul, it’s all mine. Your hunger is mine to feed, your madness is mine to tame. Do you feel that?”
↠ mmmm didn't ensnare me or anything but i still appreciated it as background and thought it amped up the gothic setting which was already *chef's kiss*
🔮 ɪɴ ᴄᴏɴᴄʟᴜsɪᴏɴ
”I’m scared one day Verenmore will have more ghosts than people. I just hope we don’t end up as one of them.”
”You’re the mountain I build my castle on, brick by brick,”
A short, slight girl of questionable heritage, with slanted violet eyes, sun-kissed skin even though she rarely spent much time in the sun anymore, a nose ring, long, black hair in a fishtail braid that reached her waist, dressed in loose black pants and a thin purple sweater.
wearing one of her black full-sleeved tops and brown maxi skirts, a black ribbon choker around her neck, brown lipstick on her mouth, black liner outlining her odd violet eyes, hair in a fishtail braid, silver danglers hanging from her ears, silver ring piercing her nose, and the multi-crystal bracelet on her left wrist she never took off except to recharge, Corvina felt most like herself.
“You chose the wrong guy for your first time, little crow”
Springs of honey bubbling from the ground. If we are strong enough in our souls we can rip away the veil and look that naked, terrible beauty right in the face; let God consume us, devour us, unstring our bones. Then spit us out reborn.
Girls I interact with dance with death much sooner than they should