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  1. Public Bookmark 25

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    “Do we- God’s wounds, do we even know if there are any anymore? How do we know they’re real?”

    “The unicorns or the virgins?” asked Montparnasse wryly.

    “Either.”

    Grantaire knows there are things she can't do. Fall in love with their virgin, and their only chance of catching a unicorn, is definitely one of them.

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    19 Oct 2022

  2. Public Bookmark 7

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    "I only invite girls in after the third date."

    "What about after the third year of marriage?"

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    17 Oct 2022

  3. Public Bookmark 39

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    Intrusive thoughts of Grantaire's hands all over him have got Enjolras quite distracted. The mistletoe and Courfeyrac's meddling aren't exactly helping.
    A Christmas miracle, indeed.

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    11 Oct 2022

  4. Public Bookmark 49

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    The first time Grantaire sees him, he mistakes him for a god.

    [Atalanta retold, but with less murder and more flirting.]

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    10 Oct 2022

  5. Public Bookmark 55

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    As one of the three, the inheritors of the Titans, his mother and everyone else had told him that Hades did not deign to gift his presence. He was a god among gods, and busy ruling a realm. Now he is busy gathering smaller shades close around his cloak, guiding. Leading.
    Here he is, a greeting to just another batch of the wretched. Grantaire thinks of him in the clouds, a bead of ambrosia sliding down the perfect column of his throat as he throws his golden head back, grins at Zeus and Poseidon as one.
    He listens, he sees, he remembers. His fingers itch to drip with color. His dust-dead heart gives one shaking, rasping beat.

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    10 Oct 2022