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Apaixonada pela pedra que tinha no meio do caminho

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✦✿✧ blogando diretamente de Pasárgada onde sou amiga do rei e tenho a mulher que quero na cama que ela escolhereis ✦✿✧
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And btw, Irene in "Burning Down the House of Kallicertes" in Moira's Pen:

The house of Kallicertes would not rise again.

& Gen on chapter 10 of The King of Attolia:

“The house of Erondites,” [the king] promised, “will not survive.”
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“And the main house [of the Kallicertes estate]?” “Burn it.” (...) “Tear the buildings to the ground,” said Irene. “Cut down every tree, grub up every living thing. There is to be no stone unturned. And when you’re done, pile the wood into whatever remains of the house, and then I want it to burn. I want it to burn for days.” (...) “Relius,” she said, calling her adviser back from the doorway. She’d been staring out the window so long, he’d quietly excused himself. “There’s a bank of coleus along the east side of the garden.” “Yes, my queen?” “Leave it untouched.”

— "Burning Down the House of Kallicertes" in Moira's Pen (2022)

QoA (pre-RotT?) Irene is so conscious of her own contempt to the notion of worship — she calls what she gives the New Gods "lip service," and once the presence of the Old Gods is revealed to her, instead of anything akin to awe, what she develops towards them is a sense of... resentment? Mistrust? Presumably due to their betrayal of Eugenides, whose devotion she witnesses firsthand in her prison*

This passage of the short story is so striking — her destruction of the actual, physical house of Kallicertes is explicitly motivated by personal revenge; it happens by decree, by the power of her word...and then, just as personally motivated, this command to spare the coleus plants that were her only allies. This expression of gratitude, like the expression of anger that preceded it, is so unpragmatic and sentimental and final — there's at the same time a feeling of humane and of divine in it...I just love it.

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anolis3

"A Winter's Promise", by Christelle Dabos.

"Going through the mirrors requires confronting yourself. You need guts, you know, to look yourself straight in the eyes, to see yourself as you are, to dive into your own reflection. Those who hide their faces, those who lie to themselves, those who see themselves better than they are, they will never be able. So believe me, it doesn't run the sidewalks !", from A Winter's Promise.

"Was is just a book, after all ? It had the texture neither of vellum nor of rag paper. Awful to admit, but it resembled human skin, drained of its blood.", from A Winter's Promise.

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armengoldira

The scale of baby hummingbirds vs a human hand

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revretch

The inside of the nest is white because they're so tiny they line them with spiderwebs!

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i-say-ok

ok. 🥺🥺🥺

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bunjywunjy

you may also notice that the babies have tiny little nubbin beaks! they hatch like that so they fit in the eggs- the beak doesn't actually grow in for another week or so.

s.mol 🥺

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2k words, Mature Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationship: Attolia | Irene/Eugenides Additional Tags: Book 2: The Queen of Attolia (Queen's Thief), Dubious Consent, Implied Rape Fantasy Summary:

She blinked sleep from her eyes with effort. The night in Ephrata was oppressively quiet without the distant sounds of the city, but there was something else wrong too. In a fatal moment of awareness, Attolia realized that she was not alone just before the Thief of Eddis stepped out of the darkest corner of her room.