Love in Colour: Mythical Tales from Around the World, Retold

Love in colour is a novel by Bolu Babalola, first published in the year 2020. The novel captures the beautiful love stories from history and mythology with incredible new detail and vivacity. Focusing on the magical folktales of West Africa, and also reimagines Greek myths], ancient legends from the [[Middle East, and stories from long-erased places.

Quotes

 * “They enjoyed the glamour but not the gore, not knowing that the gore was what gave the glamour its gleam.
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 * Psy was smiling. It was warm and soft, and to Eros it looked like the perfect place to lie in and just be.
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 * Time was constructed with love in mind. / Time and love are intertwined, they are both measures of life, they are the two clocks.
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 * Love is the prism through which I view the world. I truly believe it binds and propels us. This isn’t a naive denial of the darkness that we know exists in the world; rather it is a refusal to allow the devastation, the horror, or the heartache to consume us.
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 * Thank you for letting me love you. Thank you for loving me back. Thank you for staying, I know it was hard sometimes. I hope you now live free.
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 * Time and love are intertwined, they are both measures of life, they are the two clocks. And, for love to operate as it should, it is imperative that the timing should be right.
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 * I couldn’t believe I was letting my ex-boyfriend risk the security of my bag. Money before honeys. No. Men weren’t honeys. Scratch that. Fees before The D. Contracts before Phone Contacts. Those were all terrible and I cannot believe someone is paying me to write. I opened up Instagram to distract myself.
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 * I didn't like doing things I wasn't good at, but it turned out I loved learning how to love with him.
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 * Pieces of me fell into place. I was growing into what I should be. We were growing. It wasn't as if our love built me, it's that it galvanized me, making me stronger because he saw me fully, the best and worst parts.
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 * Time was constructed with love in mind.
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 * Eros pulled Psy so close to him there was no real demarcation between her heartbeat and his, and when they kissed, with Olympus beneath their feet and the sky surrounding them, Eros felt as if what they had was not just above the world as they knew it, but beyond it, out of its touch, its scope, itself a propelling energy that catapulted and vacuumed them into their own universe.
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