Snare's been reviewed on Bookish Temptations!
Katiebird wrote a lovely review for my vamp story and for The Agreement by Badjujube.

You can find the complete post in this week's Fanfic Friday:
Enjoy!


As the sun hit his skin, it reflected the light, as if his body had been molded from smooth steel. [...] Had it not been for his gaze, [...] he would have been the most beautiful statue...
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| Pictures by Montara (Thank you!!!) | |



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| She was that single flower that the poet couldn't send to his readers from a different time. |

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| In this chapter Edward is going to talk about his piano |

















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| What's
wrong?” Bella asked, alarmed, taking
a halting step down the corridor. He raised his hands in front of himself. “Don't move,” he warned. |



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| "How can I believe you?" Her words held a desperate plea. Make me believe you. |


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| "Do you know jazz?"Edward grinned. "I may I have listened to a CD or two." He doubted there were many compilations of good musicians he didn't know everything about. "Was there a particular song that piqued your interest?" |

| See how the deep snow shines on Mount Soracte! The toiling woods can bear the load no longer, and the streams stand still in the sharp ice. |
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| Dispel the cold, O Thaliarchus – quick, pile up the logs – and bring the four-year-aged unmixed wine out in a Sabine jar. The rest give to the gods, who, when they still the winds at war upon the boiling sea, leave mountain ash and cypress trees untouched. Don’t ask about tomorrow. Take what comes, and count it gain; and in your youth don’t turn away from dance or from sweet love affairs, so long as sour age stays far away from your green strength. Let streets and fields and soft nocturnal whispers have their appointed times, and perhaps sweet hidden laughter may reveal a prize to take from off the arms or fingers of a girl pretending to resist. | |||




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| Antonius & Bella |
