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This advertisement is for Swordheart by T. Kingfisher, a cozy romantic fantasy novel about a widowed housekeeper, keen on surviving her overbearing family who want only her inheritance.

WHAT IT’S ABOUT

Halla has unexpectedly inherited the estate of a wealthy uncle. Unfortunately, she is also saddled with money-hungry relatives full of devious plans for how to wrest the inheritance away from her.

While locked in her bedroom, Halla inspects the ancient sword that's been collecting dust on the wall since before she moved in. Out of desperation, she unsheathes it—and suddenly a man appears. His name is Sarkis, and he is an immortal warrior trapped in a prison of enchanted steel.

Sarkis is sworn to protect whoever wields the sword, and for Halla—a most unusual wielder—he finds himself fending off not grand armies and deadly assassins but instead everything from kindly-seeming bandits to roving inquisitors to her own in-laws. But as Halla and Sarkis grow closer, they overlook the biggest threat of all—the sword itself.

“It sucks that we miss people like that. You think you’ve accepted that someone is out of your life, that you’ve grieved and its over, and then bam. One little thing, and you feel like you’ve lost that person all over again.”

— Rachel Hawkins

i was born in the wrong century. take me to masquerade balls. give me floor length gowns and fleeting eye contact, the air thick with sexual tension. let me fall in love with my enemy and think i’m an absolute idiot for it only to find out they’re in love with me too

Finished my book last night so I guess I’ll just stare longingly at my bookshelf until god reveals my next book to read to me through divine revelation

Om shakti

Another piece from earlier this year! My take on Tress from Secret Project 1!

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― Elena Ferrante, The Story of a New Name

[text ID: I am what I am and I have to accept myself; I was born like this, in this city, with this dialect, without money; I will give what I can give, I will take what I can take, I will endure what has to be endured.]

Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1944-1947