Rage, or something as equally dense and seething, was hanging from every chandelier, resentment woven into thick carpets padding the room, hatred flickering underneath every lampshade. The floor bathed in a creepy shadow, a particular darkness that had seeped into the walls, and right now was rolling across my converse so I couldn't see them. Absolute darkness.
Kami GarciaMots clés beautifulcreatures
He knew, perhaps better than anyone, that we don't get to choose what is true. We only get to choose what we do about it.
Kami GarciaMy body was jerking and shaking, and I remembered John when he was in the Tunnels with Lena. The weird jerking and twitching he seemed unable to control.
Was this what it felt like to be in the grip of Abraham Ravenwood?
Mots clés magic supernatural incubus beautiful-chaos abraham-ravenwood
I am the Lilum. Time. Truth. Destiny. The Endless River. The Wheel of Fate. You do not command me.
Kami GarciaMots clés fate magic beautiful-chaos demon-queen lilum wheel-of-fate
She was rage and vengeance, wrath and malice, in beautifully twisted human form.
Kami GarciaMots clés rage beauty evil dark beautiful-chaos sarafine dark-caster dark-magic
We both loved her. And you couldn't control who you loved, even if you wanted to.
Kami GarciaApparently, I was taking U.S. History again this year, which was the only history taught at Jackson, making the name redundant. I would be spending my second consecutive year studying the “War of Northern Aggression” with Mr. Lee, no relation. But as we all knew, in spirit Mr. Lee and the famous Confederate general were one and the same. Mr. Lee was one of the few teachers who actually hated me. Last year, on a dare from Link, I had written a paper called “The War of Southern Aggression,” and Mr. Lee had given me a D. Guess the teachers actually did read the papers sometimes, after all.
Kami GarciaMercy, look what Ethan found, your Tennessee Collector’s spoon. I told you I didn’t take it!" Aunt Prue hollered.
"Let me see that." Mercy put her glasses on to inspect the spoon. "Well, I’ll be. I finally have all eleven states."
"There are more than eleven states, Aunt Mercy."
"I only collect the states a the Confed’racy." Aunt Grace and Aunt Prue nodded in agreement.
It's not every day a guy, or even a Sheer, gets bitten by his own hand. At least I hoped it wasn't.
Kami GarciaDead man, listen well. The Great Keep is not like the Otherworld. The Great Keep has many names. To the Norse it is Valhalla, Hall of the Lords. To the Greeks it is Olympus. There are as many names as there are men who would speak them.
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