Finally finished this series. It was a long but enjoyable ride. My favourite would always be the first book however!
Finally finished this series. It was a long but enjoyable ride. My favourite would always be the first book however!
Definitely a series I kept reading because I wanted to find out how it ended. Thank goodness for tandem reading with the audio books to get me through the bits that felt a little long. 1/4
Finally! While I'm happy to pay the occasional fine, I recognize the discretionary income that implies is not available to all. I've heard over the years a number of discussions about library fees as a barrier to access library resources so I'm so, SO proud of my library system for eliminating them. Go libraries! 📚❤️
I knew I wasn‘t gonna want to put A CONJURING OF LIGHT down once I dove in, so I only let myself pick it up after I‘d finished EVERYTHING ELSE for the day.
That basically meant I read it in four epic marathon sessions across as many nights, right before I went to sleep. It was a solid way to proceed.
I finished it just now, and I have so many emotions, and I‘m mad at Past Me for taking seven years to return to this series. I adored it.
Ngl, I CRIED on pg 621 for the someday king. I thought this book started a little fast, considering the cliffhanger the last one left on, but the pacing and the plot crushed me, and I can‘t wait to get my copy of Fragile Threads of Power to check in on everyone. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
I really enjoyed this epic urban fantasy series. This was a fitting end with lots of twists and turns. It did feel a bit long, especially the last third which really dragged out. However, I would definitely recommend this unique series and I really enjoy V. E. Schwab‘s writing and world building. 4⭐️
This thick beauty was enthralling and sad, uplifting and beautiful. Many emotions were felt reading this book, and the trilogy. Attachments were made. The author's readalong videos on yourube amplified the experience. I am so excited for the new trilogy.
I loved this trilogy! All the characters were so amazing.
This is definitely worth a read. A Darker Shade of Magic was my first V.E. Schwab book, and I am hooked!
I will definitely be reading more of her books.
#morethan500pages #veschwab #aconjuringoflight
I finished this book a while ago and I did not want to let go of it- especially considering it was the last part of a brilliant series. V. E. Schwab is a literal genius for writing this book. The slight ways in which character development is shown is marvellous. The characters are absolutely lovable, and the writing techniques and language used is also very well done.
This one is definitely ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/5
“Love and loss,” he said, “are like a ship and the sea. They rise together. The more we love, the more we have to lose. But the only way to avoid loss is to avoid love. And what a sad world that would be.”
Dying doesn‘t help the dead. It doesn‘t find the lost. A lot of people have fallen. But some of us are still standing. So if you want to give up, walk out that curtain. I won‘t stop you. I won‘t save you again. But if you want to put your second chance to better use, come with me.
Today I ventured to the mall for the first time since covid hit! 😱 There are no bookstores in this one, sadly, but I did get to eat chicken teriyaki at the food court while reading the book I brought! 😋💕📚 Does anyone else enjoy reading in public places like this? I found it very calming somehow!
"Love and loss are like a ship and the sea. They rise together. The more we love, the more we have to lose. But the only way to avoid loss is to avoid love. And what a sad world that would be." ?
Sometimes you just come across a passage while reading that stops you in your tracks, emotionally. This one hits hard, but in such a beautiful way! ???
“Scars are not shameful,“ said Ojka, ““not unless you let them be.“ The knight straightened. “If you do not wear them, they will wear you.“ And with that, she'd walked away.
It was cowardice, he knew, but cowardice came so much easier than hope.
I think this will be my last day being able to read outside for about a week or so, since it's supposed to drop in temperature a lot starting tomorrow. 😭 So I took a snack and my book and decided to spend the afternoon at the park! 🍁🍂📚
Happy Friday, littens! 😄💕📚 I hope everyone is having a great day so far! I'm trying to spend as much time as possible reading outside before it gets super cold! I think one day next week is going down into the low 30's! 😱 But! That's next week! Today is crisp and sunshine-y and absolutely PERFECT! 🍁🍂
I've come to learn that reading V.E. Schwab during the fall is one of my favorite things ever! 🍂🍁🍂📚
2✨ I was having trouble focusing. There was a lot of death and magic. I feel this had more of a reflection on trying to listen to it. There was too much going on in the book and my life as I was trying to finish this series. Maybe I‘ll try this series again one day since I think my dislike for this book was more related to circumstances of the end of the school year.
I loved this thrilling ending to a wonderful series. The writing was absolutely stunning and had me tearing up more than once. I loved the characters and finishing this series is somewhat bittersweet since it feels like I‘m saying goodbye to them. “Anoshe,” as they would say, “until another day.” Seriously though, I loved this entire series and there couldn‘t have been a better ending!
5⭐️
Lila Bard was a force to be reckoned with. Wether her hands were filled with knives or fire, her voice low and coaxing or lined with steel, she seemed to hold the world in her hands.
Maybe she did.
After all, she‘d already taken two Londons as her own.
She was a thief, a runaway, a pirate, a magician.
She was fierce, and powerful, and terrifying.
She was still a mystery.
And he loved her.
“Welcome to the Night Spire,” she said, flashing a smile like a knife. “You can call me Captain Bard.”
“What do I do?” he asked, the question so much bigger than the words.
Tieren smiled a soft, inward smile and shrugged in his usual way. “Leave it be. The blossom will crumble, the stem and leaves, too. That‘s what they‘re for. Acina strengthen the soil, so that other things can grow.”
“You‘re like him.”
“No,” said Kell dryly, striding past him. “She‘s one of a kind.”
A myth without a voice is like a dandelion without a breath of wind.
No way to spread the seeds.
In myths, the hero survives.
The evil is vanquished.
The world is set right.
Sometimes there are celebrations, and sometimes there are funerals.
The dead are buried. The living move on.
Nothing changes.
Everything changes.
This is a myth.
This is not a myth.
“You cannot stop time. You cannot stop change. And you cannot stop me. I am inevitable.”
“You,” said Lila, “are nothing but a demon masquerading as a god.”
I am Rhy Maresh, he told himself as blood slicked the floor.
I am the king of Arnes.
And I am unbreakable.
If the world had chosen that moment to swallow him whole, Rhy would have welcomed it.
He‘s spent a year trying to free the barb from his chest before he realized he didn‘t want to. Or maybe, he couldn‘t. Another year before he realized she was injured, too.
People spoke of love as if it were an arrow. A thing that flew quick, and always found it‘s mark. They spoke of it as if it were a pleasant thing, but Maxim had taken an arrow once, and knew it for what it was: excruciating.
He had never wanted to fall in love, never wanted to welcome that pain, would have happily faked an arrow‘s bite.
And then he met Emira.
As if I haven‘t been put through enough pain already.
Myths do not happen all at once.
They do not spring forth whole into the world. They form slowly, rolled between the hands of time until their edges smooth, until the saying of the story gives enough weight to the words-to the memories-to keep them rolling on their own.
“We don‘t choose what we are, but we choose what we do.”
Every time she took a life, she saw Lenos.
Lenos, who‘d feared her.
Lenos, who‘d been kind despite that.
Lenos, who‘d called her a portent, a sign of change.
Lenos, who‘d seen her, before she knew to recognize herself.
“Life,” he said, since he didn‘t believe in luck-it was the absence of design, and if Lenos believed one thing, it was that everything had an order, a reason. Sometimes you were too close to see it, sometimes too far away, but it was there.