‘Always.’ In the twilight of morphling, Peeta whispers the word and I go searching for him. It’s a gauzy, violet-tinted world, with no hard edges, and many places to hide. I push through cloud banks, follow faint tracks, catch the scent of cinnamon, of dill. Once I feel his hand on my cheek and try […]

More Everlark and Everthorne Thoughts

silverducks: Ok, this post carries on from my last big Everlark and Everthorne post, which you can read here. This one is not quite as articulate or coherent, but it’s in response to some comments I had on the other, and a few more thoughts I had on the topic from the fandom in general. […]