Sooooooo,

"If men were ashamed when they should be, they’d have no time for anything else."

~Nina Zenik, King Of Scars.

Things I wanna see less in fantasy~

Female protagonists having the best character arcs and personal growth only to lose their powers for the "greater good". Like? Let them be happy WITH POWERS?? ALINA'S LIGHT??? AELIN'S FIRE???? NESTA'S DEATH MAGIC??? TESSA'S SHAPE-SHIFTING??

You can't beat Jurdan when it comes to the enemies to lovers trope, that's UNMATCHED ROMANCE RIGHT THERE. You can SEE the characters struggling with their feelings and IT'S BEAUTIFUL AND HEARTBREAKING ALL AT ONCE.

"my great villain, my darling god!?!?!?" "you're my dearest punishment!?!?!???" "if you're the sickness, I suppose you can't also be the cure?!!!!!" "I hate you so much that sometimes I can't think of anything else</3" "I want to tell you so many lies!!?" AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON "kiss me until I'm sick of it"----- Adyfgopkvdtdvjudy

Are we out of the woods yet?

“Crows remember human faces. They remember the people who feed them, who are kind to them. And the people who wrong them too.”

“Really?”

He nodded slowly. “They don’t forget. They tell each other who to look after and who to watch out for."

~ Kaz Brekker, The Crooked Kingdom.

Don’t we all? Who didn’t want to think fate had a plan for him, that his hurts and failures had just been the prologue to a grander tale? To a monk becoming a holy warrior. To a bastard becoming a king.

Nikolai had been told hope was dangerous, had been warned of it many times. But he’d never believed that. Hope was the wind that came from nowhere to fill your sails and carry you home.

~Nikolai Lantsov, King of Scars.

Early 2000s pjo fans who used to read wattapad fanfics and cry over a kiss scene and smuggle the books to school and are about to graduate highschool and are freaking out over the show casting coz THIS FANDOM IS SO PERSONAL AND NOSTALGIC TO US where you at?

I'm fine but then-

Had she really thought the world didn’t change? She was a fool. The world was made of miracles, unexpected earthquakes, storms that came from nowhere and might reshape a continent. The boy beside her. The future before her. Anything was possible.

Leigh Bardugo, The Crooked KIngdom.

“You can call me Rowan. That’s all you need to know.” He cocked his head to the side, a predator assessing prey. “Thank you for the oil,” he added. “My skin was a little dry.”

He never specified that only you had to wear it.

Her throat tightened and she shook her head.

What?

You just … She shook her head again. Surprise me sometimes.

Good. I’d hate for you to get bored.

This is the level of badass-ness I wanna achieve.