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  1. Public Bookmark 33

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    Julia Waxman has lived her entire life on the teetering edge of a cliff, the high spires of Raven's Roost. It is a town that should not exist, anchored on cragged stone pillars and tethered together with taut rope-and-plank bridges. Raven's Roost is a spiderweb city. Each node is a neighborhood, looping back on each other and toward the city center, where Governor Kalen's mansion and the buildings filled with bureaucrats sit.

    Or: There’s a revolution coming, Julia wants out of her hometown, and a stranger just fell out of the sky.

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    For twenty years, the official history has told readers that Harry Potter died at the Battle of Hogwarts. The next edition is going to require some significant revisions.

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  3. Public Bookmark 17

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    Lucretia recuperates from her year alone. Lup grabs her shovel. Magnus catches a bad case of feelings.

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  4. Rec 12

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    New Gods are crowned in the city; their flowers have broken your rods;
    They are merciful, clothed with pity, the young compassionate Gods.
    But for me their new device is barren, the days are bare;
    Things long past over suffice, and men forgotten that were.
    Time and the Gods are at strife; ye dwell in the midst thereof.

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    Jade thinks they've won, and earned their happy ending - until Aradia starts haunting her. And Aradia is nothing if not persistent when it comes to a good haunt.

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    19 Aug 2017

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    A pale grey hand appears and holds a clear glass of lemonade over Jade's face, casting a wavering shadow over her eyes. Jade smiles in thanks with a laugh, and reaches up with a touch of green burning around her fingers to hold the glass steady as she accepts it.

    Aradia leans over, a wash of loose curls falling over her shoulder as she grins down at Jade with piercing red eyes. "Found you! Finally!" she says, her smile an inch too wide, a flash of sharp fang visible as she blocks out the sky.

    ...

    Aradia hums thoughtfully, and passes Jade another plate. "Jade, please listen to me."

    Jade freezes.

    "I need you," Aradia continues, "to stick around. Just for a little while! These moments seem to accept interruption more easily than others."

    "Huh? Or what?" Jade asks, with a tiny hiccup in her laugh. The fire wavers, and there's a staticky fuzz nibbling at the edges of her vision as she turns to look at Aradia, good and proper. Some of the details that seemed so clear a moment ago fade as her vision narrows. Definitely a dream, again - she would have noticed it sooner, but it's all so similar to the bonfire they held earlier today -

    Aradia laughs and pats Jade's knee. Her eyes are manic, wide and fixed on Jade, knife-sharp teeth bared in a sickle grin. "Or you're all going to die!" she says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

    And Jade -

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    - wakes up -

  5. Rec 15

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    When Magnus was watching Julia from afar - watching her sweep out the front door, tools under her arm - Magnus was eighty-four years old.

    Magnus was eighty-four and breathless when her eyes locked with his, from a distance. And by the time he was in her arms, or she was in his, he is not quite thirty.

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    18 Aug 2017

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    When Magnus was watching Julia from afar - watching her sweep out the front door, tools under her arm - Magnus was eighty-four years old. Eighty-four and happily lived in, his body fine, sturdy flatware, despite loving wear and tear. His body a hearth with dark marks that can’t be scrubbed out any longer, where fire licked strong and heavy for too long. A good, solid chair, the kind that only gets better with use, with the dedicated press and weight of a regular occupant.

    Magnus was eighty-four and breathless when her eyes locked with his, from a distance. And by the time he was in her arms - or she was in his, it’s worthless trying to tell, to parse two equal forces of nature - he is not quite thirty. Older than Julia had ever known him on the prime material plane. She is exactly as he remembered, and better, too, somehow. The gorgeous round bloom of her face, the wiry brown fury that follows her with every step, every gesticulation, big, wild hair like a halo. They disappear inside, full of life, in a way that feels thoroughly imagined but inarguably real. The way that sunlight has a presence when it’s filtered through dust, through a curtain of yellow leaves.