Shelby Mahurin

Blood

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  • Leona Hatchciteerde uit2 maanden geleden
    but La Voisin only smiled, small and suggestive. “You are not what I expected, Louise le Blanc.”

    DUH

  • Flora Fezeuciteerde uit10 maanden geleden
    The world didn’t end in a scream.

    It ended in a gasp. A single, startled exhalation. And then—

    Nothing.

    Nothing but silence.
  • Flora Fezeuciteerde uit10 maanden geleden
    The world didn’t end in a scream.

    It ended in a gasp. A single, startled exhalation. And then—

    Nothing.

    Nothing but silence.
  • Jᜀᜈ᜔ᜈciteerde uitvorig jaar
    “I don’t even know if you’re real,” I whispered, laughing and crying and feeling infinitely foolish. My hands trembled. “I’m
    probably talking to myself right now like a madwoman. And maybe I am mad. But—but if you are real, if you are listening, please, please . . .”
  • Jᜀᜈ᜔ᜈciteerde uitvorig jaar
    Does that make me a monster?”

    He stared at me for a long moment, white-faced and trembling. At last, he dropped his hands and stepped back. The anguish in
    his eyes cleaved my chest in two, and fresh tears trickled down my cheeks. “No,” he finally murmured, brushing them away one last time. A farewell. “It makes you your mother.”
  • Jᜀᜈ᜔ᜈciteerde uitvorig jaar
    As I realized the truth.

    Lou had lied. Again. She had rescued her lover from the Tower.
    Right under my nose. It shouldn’t have surprised me—shouldn’t have mattered—but the deception still cut deep. Deeper than it should have, deeper than any flesh wound ever could. I felt raw, exposed, cut past muscle and bone to my very soul.
  • Jᜀᜈ᜔ᜈciteerde uitvorig jaar
    “Share?” Ansel’s eyes widened in alarm, darting to Coco. He released me to run a nervous hand through his hair, to tug at the hem of his coat. “We’re sharing a tent? To—to sleep?”

    “No, to fu—” I started cheerfully, but Coco interrupted.
  • Eugeniaciteerde uit2 jaar geleden
    The world didn’t end in a scream.

    It ended in a gasp. A single, startled exhalation. And then—

    Nothing.

    Nothing but silence.
  • Eugeniaciteerde uit2 jaar geleden
    porcelain, pretty doll, forgotten and alone,
  • Eugeniaciteerde uit2 jaar geleden
    Pretty porcelain, pretty doll, forgotten and alone,

    Trapped within a mirrored grave, she wears a mask of bone
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