books read in 2017
the midnight star by marie lu
“If you are very quiet and do not look away, you may see the brightest star in the constellation glow steadily brighter. It brightens until it overwhelms every other star in the sky, brightens until it seems to touch the ground, and then the glow is gone, and in its place is a girl’
Summary: Castiel is flummoxed. This is a social situation he is not equipped to handle. What is the protocol when the stranger sitting next to you on a bus, whom you incidentally find very attractive, falls asleep with his head on your shoulder?
Comments: 7/10. It’s cute and fluffy, so fluffy. Dean falls asleep on Cas’s shoulder and misses his stop, Cas invites him home to call him a cab. Dean ends up staying the night but bolts the next day. It’s not really angsty, but they do pine, a lot. Especially Cas.
Logan works as a clerk, copying tax records in the scriptorium.
It’s not the most exciting work, but it gives him access to the palace library and satisfies his family’s obligation for service to the crown, since he’s not able to fight and serve in the guard.
He spends what free time he has reading, either in the library or, on clear, warm days, out in the gardens. This allows him to observe the other palace inhabitants that wander through, as well, and to see drachlings flitting about, and sometimes the dragons taking off from the Royal Den above the city.
edit request meme: the young elites + favourite underrated character → teren santaro // requested by anonymous ♡
[insp] inquisitors drag teren to his feet. even now, in his pain and exhaustion and heavy chains, he pulls and strains against them, causing the multiple iron shackles binding his limbs to pull taut. to my surprise, he smiles at me. it is a bitter, anguished smile, full of heartbreak. his cheeks are wet with tears and rain.
I walk over to Teren, then bend down so that my gaze meets his. I watch the rain pour down his face. When was the first time I saw this face? When I was chained to the stake, of course, and he had come to bend down before me. How poised he had been, then, with this handsome, chiseled face and his mad, pulsing eyes. I smile, realizing that we have switched places now.
I bend close to his ear, in the same way he had once done to me. “No,” I say. “I will keep you, until the day I choose not to. You have destroyed and harmed all that is dear to me. In return, I want you to know what that feels like. I will not kill you. I will keep you alive. I will torture you.” My voice drops to a whisper. “Until your soul is dead.”