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Friday’s Page 69 ~ The Court of Miracles

Friday’s Page 69 ~ The Court of Miracles

The Court of Miracles, Kester Grant, Fantasy, Les Miserables, The Jungle Book, Historical Fiction, French Revolution, Young Adult, Fantasy, Retelling, Gold, Blue, Crown, Building, King, Court, War, Sister, Adopted, Burglar
“Stop crying,” I say shortly, and grab Ettie’s hand. “Come on.”
“Where are we going?” she sniffles.
I smile. A smile that she should never trust.
“Somewhere he will not be able to find you,” I say, which is only partly a lie.
We rush down a tangle of back streets, keeping to the shadows.
She’s breathless and struggling along behind me, but at least she’s stopped crying.
She thinks I’m going to save her. When I’m sending her to a fate worse than the seven hells.
But sometimes we must pay a terrible price to protect the things we love.

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Anna and the French Kiss

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Anna and the French Kiss


I give him a doubtful look, and the unicorn pillow flies at my head. I slam it back, and he grins, slides off the bed, and smacks me full force. I grab for it but miss, and he hits me again twice before letting me catch it. St. Clair doubles over in laughter and I whack him on the back. He tries to reclaim it, but I hold on and we wrestle back and forth until he lets go. The force throws me onto the bed, dizzy and sweaty.
St. Clair flops down beside me, breathing heavily. He’s lying so close that his hair tickles the side of my face. Our arms are almost touching. Almost. I try to exhale, but I no longer know how to breathe. And then I remember I’m not wearing a bra.

Top 10 Books October 2019

Top 10 Books October 2019

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Top Books October 2019, Slimme Droger, The Kingdom, Monster Atlas, Red, Pink, Black, Monsters

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First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ Tunnel of Bones

First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ Tunnel of Bones

Tunnel of Bones, Victoria Schwab, Red, Black, Bones, Skulls, Cats, Red Coat, Young Adult, Horror, Ghosts
The train rattles as it moves beneath the city. Shadows rush past the windows, little more than streaks of movement, dark on dark. I can feel the ebb and flow of the Veil, the drumbeat of ghosts on every side.