Leigh Bardugo You Can Have My SOUL For That 3rd Ninth House Book. Please.

Gotta love how Darlington went from being called the golden boy of Lethe to gentleman demon to Alex's demon boyfriend to Alex's demon consort

(oh and even better, the last two with no argument at all from Alex)

Sweet smell of summer 🌼

inej: wait, why would heleen get the crow club?

kaz:

Hi, I made a very niche meme.

all i want in book 3 is at least one moment where this is their dynamic

You know what's hilarious? That scene in Hell Bent after Darlington comes back semi-human in the end.

Alex has been worried about their reunion since the first book (is he mad at her? does he hate her? does he judge her? can he forgive her?). Add to all that the fact that she'd just barely been killed and saw Darlington rip a demon apart with his bare hands. Darlington comes back down the stairs (clothed) and Alex is chilling eating dry cereal out of the box. Like, the maggots from the demon are still there.

It doesn't stop there though. They meet. The tension, the anticipation about what they're going to say to each other builds. And what breaks it? Alex offering the box to Darlington. And the first thing he does after accepting? Spit it out because of how gross it is and question her eating habits. Peak comedy.

No tears, no questions, no serious discussions, just banter. Love to see it.

Bonus points to this happening after Darlington thinking how the fact that she's a murderer doesn't even matter anymore and how beautiful she has always been. Love to see it x2

Let me know when u find out

how do i find a man when i despise dating apps refuse to make the first move and believe in fate and true love

“his monstrous queen”

“her gentleman demon”

"do it scared" ok but I would like to do something some other way occasionally. Like at least once. For a change.

I just know my grandpa would have loved me so much. And I tear up every time they talk about him

one of the saddest things is when someone in your family tells you you would've loved someone who died before you were born. like my mother has told me & my best friend that we would have loved talking to her father. that me & my brothers have the same humor as our late uncle & even look like him. everyone is everywhere & nowhere & here & gone & dying & coming back. it's as though you know them through their shadow or their ghost or your own actions, but you won't ever really know. haunts me, i guess