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— DEBORAH HARKNESS
Final scene of the show + final lines of the books.
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Title: Discovery of Witches
(2018- )
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A Discovery Of Witches - 3x07 "But, as my father used to say, in every ending ... there is a new beginning"
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“You asked me who I am at the Old Lodge. I’m a killer, Diana. I’ve killed thousands,” Matthew said eventually, his voice muffled. “But I never had to look any of them in the face again. Only Ysabeau knows the truth, and she cannot look at me without remembering my father’s death. Now I have to face you, too.” I cradled his head between my hands and drew him away so that our eyes met. Matthew’s perfect face usually masked the ravages of time and experience. But all the evidence was on display now, and it only made him more beautiful to me. At last the man I loved made sense: his insistence that I face who and what I was, his reluctance to kill Juliette even to save his own life, his conviction that once I truly knew him, I could never love him. “I love all of you, Matthew: warrior and scientist, killer and healer, dark and light.” “How can you?” he whispered, disbelieving. — Deborah Harkness, Shadow of Night
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@booksociety‘s love is in the air event: a discovery of witches (½)
“Somewhere in the center of my soul, a rusty chain began to unwind. It freed itself, link by link, from where it had rested, unobserved, waiting for him. My hands, which had been balled up and pressed against his chest, unfurled with it. The chain continued to drop, to an unfathomable depth where there was nothing but darkness and Matthew. At last it snapped to its full length, anchoring me to a vampire. Despite the manuscript, despite the fact that my hands contained enough voltage to run a microwave, and despite the photograph, as long as I was connected to him, I was safe.”
― Diana Bishop
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― Deborah Harkness, A Discovery of Witches
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A dagger stuck out between two of Champier’s ribs, the weapon’s blade buried deep within his chest. My fingers were wrapped tightly around the hilt. When he scrabbled to dislodge it, I pushed it in further. The wizard’s knees began to crumple. “Leave it, Diana.” Philippe commanded, reaching over to loosen my hand. “He’s going to die, and when he does, he will fall. You cannot hold up a dead weight.” But I couldn’t let go of the dagger. The man was still alive, and as long as he was breathing, Champier could take what was mine.
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lit meme ▷ [1/7] otps || matthew clairmont & diana bishop “Somewhere in the center of my soul, a rusty chain began to unwind. It freed itself, link by link, from where it had rested, unobserved, waiting for him. My hands, which had been balled up and pressed against his chest, unfurled with it. The chain continued to drop, to an unfathomable depth where there was nothing but darkness and Matthew. At last it snapped to its full length, anchoring me to a vampire. Despite the manuscript, despite the fact that my hands contained enough voltage to run a microwave, and despite the photograph, as long as I was connected to him, I was safe.” ― Deborah Harkness, A Discovery of Witches
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All Souls Trilogy by Deborah Harkness
“Somewhere in the center of my soul, a rusty chain began to unwind. It freed itself, link by link, from where it had rested, unobserved, waiting for him. My hands, which had been balled up and pressed against his chest, unfurled with it. The chain continued to drop, to an unfathomable depth where there was nothing but darkness and Matthew. At last it snapped to its full length, anchoring me to a vampire. Despite the manuscript, despite the fact that my hands contained enough voltage to run a microwave, and despite the photograph, as long as I was connected to him, I was safe.”
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“Simple curiosity,” he said, baring his teeth. Sarah had not misled me— vampires don’t have fangs. “I hope you don’t expect me to believe that.” “I don’t care what you believe, Dr. Bishop. But you should be on your guard. These creatures are serious. And when they come to understand what an unusual witch you are?” Clairmont shook his head. “What do you mean?” All the blood drained from my head, leaving me dizzy. “It’s uncommon these days for a witch to have so much … potential.” Clairmont’s voice dropped to a purr that vibrated in the back of his throat. “Not everyone can see it—yet—but I can. You shimmer with it when you concentrate. When you’re angry, too. Surely the daemons in the library will sense it soon, if they haven’t already.” “I appreciate the warning. But I don’t need your help.” I prepared to stalk away, but his hand shot out and gripped my upper arm, stopping me in my tracks. “Don’t be too sure of that. Be careful. Please.” Clairmont hesitated, his face shaken out of its perfect lines as he wrestled with something. “Especially if you see that wizard again.” I stared fixedly at the hand on my arm. Clairmont released me. His lids dropped, shuttering his eyes. My row back to the boathouse was slow and steady, but the repetitive movements weren’t able to carry away my lingering confusion and unease. Every now and again, there was a gray blur on the towpath, but nothing else caught my attention except for people bicycling home from work and a very ordinary human walking her dog. After returning the equipment and locking the boathouse, I set off down the towpath at a measured jog. Matthew Clairmont was standing across the river in front of the University Boat House. I began to run, and when I looked back over my shoulder, he was gone.
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Clairmont, seated diagonally across from me at the far end of the cluster of desks and seemingly oblivious to my approach, continued reading. I dumped my plastic bag and manuscripts onto the space marked A5, staking out the outer edges of my territory. He looked up, brows arching in apparent surprise. “Dr. Bishop. Good morning.” “Professor Clairmont.” It occurred to me that he’d overheard everything said about him at the reading room’s entrance, given that he had the hearing of a bat. I refused to meet his eyes and started pulling individual items out of my bag, building a small fortification of desk supplies between me and the vampire. Clairmont watched until I ran out of equipment, then lowered his eyebrows in concentration and returned to his reading. I took out the cord for my computer and disappeared under the desk to shove it into the power strip. When I righted myself, he was still reading but was also trying not to smile. “Surel you’d be more comfortable in the northern end,” I grumbled under my breath, rooting around for my list of manuscripts. Clairmont looked up, dilating pupils making his eyes suddenly dark. “Am I bothering you, Dr. Bishop?” “Of course not,” I said hastily, my throat closing at the sudden, sharp aroma of cloves that accompanied his words, “but I’m surprised you find a southern exposure comfortable.” “You don’t believe everything you read, do you?” One of his thick, black eyebrows rose into the shape of a question mark. “If you’re asking whether I think you’re going to burst into flames the moment the sunlight hits you, the answer is no.” Vampires didn’t burn at the touch of sunlight, nor did they have fangs. These were human myths. “But I’ve never met … someone like you who liked to bask in its glow either.” Clairmont’s body remained still, but I could have sworn he was repressing a laugh. “How much direct experience have you had, Dr. Bishop, with ‘someone like me’?”
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“Alchemy is woven into every aspect of the All Souls story from the very beginning, even down to the timings. The action of A Discovery of Witches takes place over forty days and is purposely structured to mirror the forty days of an alchemical experiment. Forty was a significant number in alchemy, as Mary Sidney pointed out to Diana when they were working in her laboratory. Mary was delighted when her own experiment with the arbor Dianae took exactly forty days to complete, ‘just as the sages promised.’”
Deborah Harkness, The World of All Souls
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Deborah Harkness Instagram
A sign of things to come... #behindthescenes with @adiscoveryofwitchestv #ADOWS2
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it begins with absence and desire. it begins with blood and fear. it begins with a discovery of witches.
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Deborah Harkness Instagram Meanwhile in the Wardrobe Department for @adiscoveryofwitchestv ... #BagOBumrolls #ADOWS2 #behindthescenes 😂😂😂
She said Bag of Bumrolls 🤣🤣
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Girl power 💪💪💪