"The god of lies loves you" - The Winner’s Curse by marierutkoski
guess who’s going on a book buying ban
yooooooooooooooo they’re so pretty
Guys, after probably a century of me complaining about how I never seem to have a place to put my books, my parents have surprised me with three IKEA Billy bookshelves over the last weekend.
"I’ve been waiting for you a long time, Alina. You and I are going to change the world."
BLOG TOUR! We’re doing something a little different this time, so prepare for exclusive giveaways and themed Q&As that will take you so deep into the world of the Grisha Trilogy you’ll never be heard from again! Or something less sinister.
June 7th »> Novel Sounds: Q&A - Music of the Trilogy
June 8th »> Dark Readers: Surprise Giveaway!
June 9th »> Midnight Garden: Q&A - Food & Drink of the Trilogy
June 10th »> Forever Young Adult: Surprise Giveaway!
June 11th »> Sister Spooky: Q&A - Places of the Trilogy
June 12th »> Bewitched Bookworms: Surprise Giveaway!
June 13th »> Jess Hearts Books: Surprise Giveaway!
June 14th »> Mundie Moms: Q&A - Men of the Trilogy
June 15th »> Winged Reviews: Surprise Giveaway!
June 16th »> Cuddlebuggery: Q&A - Women of the Trilogy
June 17th »> Mac Teen Books: Q&A - Insiders Ask
I’m so excited for this! I love how I follow majority of these blogs and some of them are my favorites <3
Glendower was a legend in most ways. A mystical giant who’d left a permanent footprint.
But this story … some of the Welsh weren’t convinced that throwing sticks at their English neighbours would improve Wales’s dire straits. In particular, one of Glendower’s cousins, a man named Hywel.
Glendower was a lawyer and —like Gansey— a believer in the power of words. He arranged to meet Hywel alone in a deer park to talk it all over.
Gansey was untroubled with the story up to this point. This was the Glendower he’d follow anywhere.
Then, the two men spotted a deer. Hywel lifted his bow. But instead of shooting the animal, he let the arrow fly at Glendower … who had cleverly worn chain mail beneath his tunic.
Gansey would’ve preferred the story to end here.
But it didn’t. Instead, unharmed by the arrow and enraged by the betrayal, Glendower pursued Hywel, stabbed him, and finally stuffed Hywel’s body inside an oak tree.
All the stabbing and stuffing and utter loss of temper seemed rather ignoble. Gansey wished he hadn’t ever found the story. There was no unreading it. But now, after hearing Kavinsky’s slow laugh on the other end of the line, imagining Ronan drunk in his absence from Henrietta, picturing the Camaro in any state other than how he’d left it, Gansey thought he finally glimpsed understanding.
He was at once closer and farther from Glendower than he’d been before.