"I leaned out of the window very suddenly and kissed the Selkie-boy right on this pale lips - I don’t know why I did it, but the moonlight was so bright, and he seemed suddenly ever so much more lovely than the skin. Our lips met over the windowsill and his mouth was so cold, cold and salty and sweet as the sea, and my lips warmed him as the sun warms a tidepool. Even through the kiss I was smiling, and he put his silvery hands gently on my face, just the way a faun does." — The Orphan’s Tales: In The Night Garden, Catherynne M. Valente

The League of Vagrants is the tumblr of an unofficial book club. Here you will find rants and raves by two of its more eccentric members. Icon @ piratesoul.

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