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The straps of Shane’s hockey bag dug into his shoulders as he stood by the welcome table and hoped that this year, it would be easier. It was reasonable, in his second year at camp, to expect that he wouldn’t be so caught up in everything that wasn't hockey, what to eat and where to go and who to talk to. Maybe this year, because he knew how everything would work, the routines and the expectations, he could actually make some friends.
Shane hugged his parents goodbye and assured them that he would be fine, just like he was last year—he hadn’t been fine, he’d been miserable, but there’d been hockey so it had been worth it—and then watched them drive away with only the smallest pit of fear in his stomach. He was hopeful. He was optimistic.
And then Shane locked eyes with Ilya, and something in that look told him that he was wrong, that he shouldn’t be sure of anything, that this person was going to divide his life into two pieces and he was helpless to stop it.
(or, after ilya's mother died, he was sent to live in canada with his aunt)
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15 Feb 2026
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Quentin… can’t really interpret the look on Eliot’s face. He almost looks nauseated, like the news that Quentin and Alice’s relationship is over is somehow terrifying to him.
“Are you okay?” he asks, and something about the way he says it almost makes Quentin start crying. This, of all things. There’s a desperation there, in the sheen of Eliot’s eyes, like the thought of Quentin not being okay is deeply, viscerally painful to Eliot somehow. As if Quentin’s ever really okay. As if he’s been okay at all recently. Ha ha. Imagine a world in which he’s okay. Poor Eliot, wanting the impossible for his friend. What a beautiful heart he has. Quentin should tell him that, maybe.Bookmarked by saintcecilia
28 Sep 2021
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Quentin Coldwater, high-fantasy wunderkind and eternal sucker for a good hero, only needs one thing: to finish the last book of his trilogy.
Eliot Waugh, genre-busting enfant terrible and antihero (at best) of his own not-so-thinly-veiled life story, doesn’t need anything at all.
A middle-of-winter book tour reveals, one snow-covered city at a time, that there may be something else they both (desperately) need. If only they can let themselves have their own happy ending.
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21 Nov 2020