For half a century he had stood too close to darkness, and some it crept into his bones.
Max GladstoneA thousand prickling tender touches lit upon her, as if she was caught in a rainstorm and the raindrops were love.
Max GladstoneThe God Wars had not been a pleasant time for Craftsmen and Craftswomen around the world. One day, you’re a simple thaumaturge, idly meddling in matters man was not meant to comprehend. The next, a collection of beings as old as humanity, with legions of followers, declare war on your “kind”, and neighbours who once thought you a harmless eccentric with a fondness for mystic sigils and foul unguents see you as an affront to Creation.
Max GladstoneMots clés affront-to-creation
Put not your trust in things, but in men. And women.
Max GladstoneMots clés men-and-women
Be careful. As if something’s going to jump us in a library.”
“You might be surprised.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know how people say a book is really gripping?”
“Don’t tell me…” Cat trailed off.
“Libraries can be dangerous.
Mots clés libraries
And pretty is not even the right word. She burns. She's a verb.
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