kartik and gemma

Kartik’s eyes flutter, and then he opens them wide, with a look I cannot describe, as if he has just glimpsed something precious that he thought lost…

Gemma and Kartik. I feel like, if Gemma had a perfect happy place, this would be it. Same With Kartik. I always love the way Gemma envisions herself with Kartik, combining a piece of home while she’s with him - with the henna and saree and everything.

I just finished reading the part in ‘The Sweet Far Thing’ where Gemma and Kartik go to the Cave of Sighs. Somehow I feel like something terrible is going to happen after that part, so I just wanted to remember that lovely scene… you know, before all the shit goes down.

When I dream, I dream of him. For several nights now he’s come to me, waving from a distant shore as if he’s been waiting patiently for me to arrive. He doesn’t utter a word, but his smile says everything. How are you? I’ve missed you. Yes, all is well. Don’t worry. Where he stands, the trees are in full bloom, brilliant with flowers of every color imaginable. Parts of the ground are still scorched and rocky. There are hard, bald patches where nothing may ever grow again. It is hard to tell. But in other spots, tiny green shoots struggle their way up. Rich black dirt smooths over the surface of things. The earth heals itself.
Kartik takes a stick and digs in the soft, new soil. He’s making something but I cannot tell what it is yet. The clouds shift. Shafts of sunlight peek through, and now I can see what he has drawn. It is a symbol: two hands interlocked, surrounded by a perfect, unbroken circle. Love. The day is breaking free. It bathes everything in a fierce light. Kartik is fading from view.
No, I call. Come back. I’m here, he says.
But I can’t see. It’s too bright.
You can’t hold back the light, Gemma. I’m here. Trust me.
The water washes over the riverbank, erasing the edges till there’s nothing. But I saw it. I know it’s there. And when I wake, the room is white with the morning sun. The light is so bright it hurts my eyes. But I don’t dare close them. I won’t. Instead, I try to adjust to the dawn, letting the tears fall where they may, because it is morning; it is morning, and there is so much to see.

The Sweet Far Thing by Libba Bray


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green eyes by coldplay

hoodoo by muse 

breathing space by x-ray dog

wicked game by james vincent mcmorrow

i am hers, she is mine by ramin djawadi

run by snow patrol

tree of life by clint mansell

flames by vast


30 Days of the Gemma Doyle Trilogy

Day 9: Your favorite pairing


“The magic flares to life, and we are both bright with light, dark with shadow. His strength flows into me till the Winterlands magic mixes with the Temple magic. And for one brief moment, we are a perfect union. I can feel him inside me, me inside him. I can hear his thoughts; I know what is in his heart, what he means to do.”