Your lips were dew-kissed rose petals, I couldn’t bear to disturb.
“You want to dance?” he rasped, his fingers curling around mine. I pointed with my chin toward the celebration below. “Down there - with them.” Where the music beckoned, where life beckoned. Where he should spend the night with his friends, and where I wanted to spend it with them, too. Even with the strangers in attendance. I did not mind stepping out of the shadows, did not mind even being in the shadows to begin with, so long as he was with me. My friend through so many dangers - who had fought for me when no one else would, even myself.
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☞ Day 3: Your Hogwarts House - Ravenclaw
Baba Yaga, a supernatural being who appears as a deformed and/or ferocious-looking witch in slavic folklore. Baba Yaga flies around in a mortar, wields a pestle, and dwells deep in the forest in a hut usually described as standing on chicken legs. Baba Yaga may help or hinder those that encounter or seek her out.
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“I believe the stars align so souls can find one another. Whether they are meant to be souls in love or souls in life remains to be seen.”
Flame in the Mist by Renee Ahdieh
I just learned that it’s been 6 months since Stephanie Garber’s CARAVAL released!
So I thought I’d voice my love for this book and the extensive collection it’s sparked on my shelves! 19 editions and growing! 😃
Have you read Caraval? Hint: If you haven’t, you totally should 😉
