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V. E. Schwab • The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
In the months that follow, word spreads among the new-made steadings: the fey are abroad, invisible, of course, as told in the stories, but also nothing like the stories, for they seek bright iron. She listens to them, unseen, and smiles to herself as they whisper that no man may leave an awl or a chisel for a moment unwatched, or it will vanish; n
... See moreNicola Griffith • Spear
All of them together—the whole Fleet, and the rocks that hovered in the darkness with the tranquility of closed eyes—all of them, the boy had learned, were moving slowly in a majestic circle. They would tread this circle until the rocks were dry. And then the Fleet would move on until it discovered a new rich field of rocks.
Sofia Samatar • The Practice, the Horizon, and the Chain
But the woman did not believe she was being rejected because of her anklet. She easily perceived the inadequacies in her work. She believed in knowledge, in thought, in the humanization of space, and in the refuge of the University, where one could still live for ideas.
Sofia Samatar • The Practice, the Horizon, and the Chain
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Alix E. Harrow • The Ten Thousand Doors of January
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Silvia Moreno-Garcia • Mexican Gothic
apricots