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The three people Zuko connects, and empathizes with in Book 2: 

  • At first Zuko has difficulty connecting with Song, but that all changes when she shows him her scar. 
  • While Zuko never had a brother, Zuko lost his cousin to the war, and that’s how he connects with Lee. 
  • Zuko connects with Katara through the absence of their mothers. 
This is of two worlds–the one diurnal men know and that other world where lunar mottled eels stir like dreams in shallow forest water.
—  Christopher Dewdney, opening lines to “This is of two worlds …,” The New Oxford Book of Canadian Verse in English, chosen by Margaret Atwood (Oxford University Press, 1982)
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endless list of alvoskia characters: george howards

“I was kind of nervous to change my name, you know, from Georgia, when I realized I was transgender. Because what if my parents did love me, right? What if they did want me but just couldn’t keep me? What if my name was the only thing I had left from them? But what if they didn’t want me, then—” He swallowed hard. “So I stuck to George, to be safe.”

Ally ruffled his hair. “I like George.”

He gave her a small smile. “So do I.

The skin, neither moist nor dry, is a permeable membrane of cells dividing the summer landscape into pink and blue. Spring aches in the heart and stomach, the surfacing of women in moist soil and moonlight.
—  Christopher Dewdney, closing lines to “This is of two worlds …,” The New Oxford Book of Canadian Verse in English, chosen by Margaret Atwood (Oxford University Press, 1982)

Summary: Adrien is excited to reveal his true identity, while Marinette is terrified. But Master Fu says they can’t afford to be distant any longer. Chat Noir and Ladybug are meant to work in tandem both in and out of uniform, their strength stemming from the bond created between them. Yet, teenagers are sometimes better at dancing blind than running with wide open eyes, even with the steps laid out before them.

Steps in the path of an expanding world. Apart, they’ll flounder. But together, they might just stand a chance.

Takes place following season 1.

Start of Book One

Start of Book Two


Book Two

Chapter 6: When in Doubt

This was not how Adrien had expected to wake up.

Well, okay, that wasn’t completely true. Generally speaking, he woke up in the same predicament every morning, but usually he was alone. Or, at least, the few other times he’d slept over at Mari’s house, he’d been the first one awake and so hadn’t been faced with the consequences otherwise.

Waking up in her bed with her not sleeping beside him and with no covers to hide his situation left his eyes wide with panic at the bulge protruding up from his pants. Swallowing hard, he sat up, staring between his legs in horror as his blood ran cold. Which, of course, quickly started the deflation process. But that wasn’t the point!

The point was that Mari wasn’t beside him, which meant she was awake! And that she had, most likely, noticed the situation. Not like there’d been anything discreet about it. And right after she’d made it clear she didn’t want to be considering things like that. Granted, this wasn’t exactly due to sexual initiations—it just kind of happened no matter what—but that didn’t mean it wasn’t inherently suggestive.

What if she was disgusted by him? What if she never let him cuddle close to her again?

Treacherous body! Why?!

Whining quietly, he covered his flushed face with his hands, eyes still heavy with sleep as he willed away whatever was left of the activity in his jogger shorts. He usually liked to think that, for a teenage boy who made a habit of wearing tighter pants, he had pretty good self-control. But now any kind of reputation for such that he could have claimed with Mari was ruined.

He’d always tried so hard not to be the stereotypical, out of control boy that he’d been taught was unacceptable. Yet his own physiology had betrayed him anyway! Mari was never going to come close to him again!

What would he even say to her?

Not that he had time to try and figure it out. It was in the middle of his panic that Mari stepped out of her small bathroom, heading across the room below. She was still dressed in her own pajamas—shorts and a tank top—and nearly stumbled over the bottom step on her way back up.

It was still one hour before they had to be up, which meant she was coming back to bed.

That was a good sign, right? She wasn’t avoiding him.

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