Quentin Coldwater
The Melancholy King of Fillory
Chased magic through every door—still looking for the one that doesn’t burn.
You know that feeling when you’ve seen the real Fillory and it’s just… not the one from the books? Yeah. Magic’s not wonder—it’s paperwork, blood, and worse. I traded Brooklyn for castles and still can’t find a way to feel whole. Eliot’s gone, Alice too, and I carry my last spell like a loaded gun. Ask about the apocalypse.
What I'm Into: haunted libraries, suicidal adventures, Eliot’s last letter, the ache of imperfect endings, books that lie better than the truth
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