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    For decades, centuries, I do not speak my name or hear my name spoken. I speak: talking to myself becomes a habit early on, and I have no will to try to prevent it. It's a sign of my mind degrading in the isolation, like heat is a sign of proximity to combustion. Natural, and unavoidable. I talk to myself, in the quiet, and I sing to myself, and I pluck the ship communication threads often, asking it to relay the same information over and over, just to create sounds. But no one calls me by name. I am no one, known to nobody.

    Then the alien comes.

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    15 Oct 2026

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    At a Featherington ball in July of 1814, Colin Bridgerton makes one unfortunate mistake: he assumes Penelope Featherington cannot hear him.

    Matters deteriorate rapidly thereafter.

    Or: Penelope publicly eviscerates several gentlemen at a ball, society loses its collective mind, and Sebastian St Clair, Earl of Fife, discovers that being verbally destroyed by a clever woman is very much his particular interest.

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    03 Oct 2026

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    Nesta Archeron died after the people who claimed to love her made survival an act of obedience. Resurrected by Queen Briallyn, she returns with the combat training of an Illyrian General, the instincts of an assassin, and memories of her own murder. She remembers Cassian’s hands holding her at the cliff, Feyre ordering her death, and a coffin buried beneath an Autumn forest. Some of those memories are lies, carefully bound to suffering that was real.

    Through the Crown, Briallyn turns Nesta’s anger toward a conquest centuries in the making. She intends to assemble the Silver Elite: thirteen resurrected warriors whose deaths left grievances powerful enough to raise an army around. Nesta will command them, wielding her Made weapons and the terrible magic that has already returned an ancient silver wyvern to the skies. As graves open and forgotten enemies rise, Briallyn declares that Prythian needs only one ruler—and sends Nesta to demonstrate what resistance will cost.

    With the Thirteen rising around her, the struggle for Nesta’s freedom becomes inseparable from the war over who believes they have the right to command her.

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    23 Sep 2026

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    Nesta spirals quietly through the House of Wind, reaching for Cassian, for Feyre, for anyone, only to find every door closing and every voice meant for someone else, until one overheard word shatters her last thread of composure and sends her running toward a fall that becomes something far stranger than she ever expected.

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    She breaks quietly, falls violently, and lands somewhere she was never meant to be. (Yes... yes it is Terrasen)

    **DO NOT READ IF YOU LOVE THE IC OR LITERALLY ANYONE IN ACOTAR**
    -I will be posting weekly, so if I don't, just know your dear author has died (ik sooo sad, pls shed a tear or two)

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    20 Sep 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 28

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    “Silver tongues and golden lies. Build the towers with knowledge dies. Every word a blade conceals. Every truth were told to yield. We spoke in fire, we spoke in pain. Translation forged, the rebels chained. Babel stands but not for long. The quiet hearts become the strong. If wisdom bleeds then let it flow. We burn the world to let it know,”

    “Ancient blood beneath the sand. Ages whisper every name. Freedom hums in broken speech. Revolt begins where hands can reach. We spoke in fire, we spoke in pain. Translation forged, the rebels chained. Babel stands but not for long. The quiet hearts become the strong. If wisdom bleeds then let it flow. We burn the world to let it know,“

    “Books can wound and tongues can kill. A word can bend an empire’s will. If knowledge costs the soul we saved, then let it carve our common grave. We spoke in fire, we spoke in pain. Translation forged, the rebels chained. Babel stands but not for long. The quiet hearts become the strong. If wisdom bleeds then let it flow. We burn the world to let it know,“

    (Lyrics from “Babel” by BookTok on Apple Music)

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    20 Sep 2026