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“Why? Why is this happening to me?" Sophie asked. Sabine rolled her eyes. "Because you're the beautiful fairy princess and the evil Lord of Hell can't secure his kingdom until he's feasted from your flesh and slaked his thirst with tea brewed from the ashes of your incinerated bones." Nash groaned, and Tod laughed out loud. Sophie hiccuped, and turned to me, frowning. "Is she serious?”

Book:Before I Wake

Work

Before I Wake

In this thought-provoking novel, the protagonist grapples with the challenges of rediscovering her identity and understanding her place in a world she doesn't remember. The narrative delves into the complexities of memory, reality, and the human psyche, offering a compelling and introspective journey. more

Author

Rachel Vincent

Rachel Vincent, born in 1978, is an accomplished American author known for her unique narrative style and emotional depth in her writings. Her works have gained popularity among readers worldwide. more

“As soon as Peter took off his coat and saw what his grandmother had cooked, he ran straight to the table and climbed into ‘his’ place – a large, sturdy wooden armchair with a small stool set on top of it. He bit eagerly into the pasty, taking large mouthfuls and greedily washing them down with milk. At one moment, the boy moved a little too abruptly, and a thin stream of warm milk escaped from the corner of his mouth, slid between cheek and chin, slipped under his collar, and disappeared on his chest, gently warming his skin. Peter wiped the spilled milk with his sleeve, took another pasty – then another, and another… Years later, this moment – so full of bright childhood sensations – would return to him night after night, haunting the hungry Peter, tormenting both soul and body in his sleep. Repeated endlessly, the dream would turn into suffering – a symbol of doom and unrealized hopes. And even within this seemingly kind dream, a Damoclean sword would hang over his mind: the impossibility, the futility of ever turning it into reality. — Volodymyr Shablia, Stone. Book Two Context note: A memory of warmth, abundance, and family love that later becomes a recurring dream for a starving prisoner. The contrast reveals how childhood comfort turns into psychological torment under hunger and repression.”

Happiness Childhood Memory Hunger Nostalgia Family Love Childhood Memories Happiness In Life Loss Of Hope Human Resilience

Book:Камінь. Біографічний роман. Книга друга. Непрості дороги до пекла: Виживання в умовах насильства.

Source: Камінь. Біографічний роман. Книга друга. Непрості дороги до пекла: Виживання в умовах насильства.

“Somehow, my whole existence had become a really complicated word problem. I'd always sucked at those.”

Sophie Hex Hall On Life

Author:Rachel Hawkins

“I told you, I suck at this. It's like any time I try to do a spell, it goes all big and scary and explodey...”

Sophie Spell Explodey

Book:Demonglass

Source: Demonglass

“And you’re kind of like a snowflake.’ Oh, Jesus Christ. He masked his fleeting surprise with a quirked eyebrow. ‘Excuse me?’ ‘Nothing,’ I said quickly. ‘I didn’t say anything.’ ‘No, no,’ he said, rounding on me so his face was too close, his eyes too searing, his smile too irritating. ‘I’m a snowflake, am I?”