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The Tower of the Swallow by Andrzej Sapkowski

‘We have you now, Falka! You were not expecting us here, huh?’
‘I was expecting you,’ the old man heard. He trembled at the sound of that voice. He saw the movement of the slender figure. He heard a gasp of horror. The muffled cry of one of the serving girls. He could not see that the girl called Falka had removed the hood and scarf. He could not see that her face was terribly maimed. And her eyes painted with paste of fat and soot made it seem like she had the eyes of a demon.
‘I’m not Falka,’ said the girl. The old man saw her move again, fast and blurred. He saw something glint in the light of the oil lamps. ‘I’m Ciri from Kaer Morhen. I’m a witcher. I came here to kill.’

FAIRYTALE ADAPTATIONS (5/?): “The Bloody Chamber” from The Bloody Chamber and Other Short Stories by Angela Carter 


Women of Marvel: Ororo Munroe / Storm

When I was just a girl, I called myself goddess… and I lived in the sky. Sometimes I wonder why I ever left. I’m a mutant with the power to control the weather. Here’s where I belong… every nerve connected with the wind, the clouds, the vapor.


character aestheticsjason grace

i’m the son of jupiter, i’m a child of rome, consul to demigods, praetor of the first legion. i slew the trojan sea monster, i toppled the black throne of kronos, and destroyed titan krios with my own hand. and now i’m going to destroy you porphyrion, and feed you to your own wolves.


What do you know of my heart? What do you know of anything but your own suffering. For weeks, Marianne, I’ve had this pressing on me without being at liberty to speak of it to a single creature. It was forced on me by the very person whose prior claims ruined all my hope. I have endured her exultations again and again whilst knowing myself to be divided from Edward forever. Believe me, Marianne, had I not been bound to silence I could have provided proof enough of a broken heart, even for you.