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    Realm’s Delight.
    The Black Princess.
    The Dragon’s Heir.
    She died with a fury that could have burned all of Westeros.
    And what was left behind was something beyond cruelty--
    Rhaenyra the Cruel.
    Maegor with teats.
    Kinslayer.
    Queen of Ash.
    She was never meant to rule.
    But she will.

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    09 Oct 2025

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    Fiction was supposed to stay fiction. Now, she's wearing the crown of a girl doomed to fail.

    Thrown into a tale not her own, she plans to rewrite it-one fire-breathing decision at a time.

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    09 Oct 2025

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    Harry is confused about something and turns to Fleur for help. He doesn't like what he hears.

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    08 Oct 2025

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    After his mad rush through Diagon Alley with Hagrid, Harry decides to go back and investigate something he missed.

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    08 Oct 2025

  5. Public Bookmark 30

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    title is from the similarly named sonnet by e. e. cummings

    if(touched by love's own secret)we,like homing
    through welcoming sweet miracles of air
    (and joyfully all truths of wing resuming)
    selves,into infinite tomorrow steer

    —souls under whom flow(mountain valley forest)
    a million wheres which never may become
    one(wholly strange;familiar wholly)dearest
    more than reality of more than dream—

    how should contented fools of fact envision
    the mystery of freedom?yet,among
    their loud exactitudes of imprecision,
    you'll(silently alighting)and I'll sing

    while at us very deafly a most stares
    colossal hoax of clocks and calendars

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    08 Oct 2025