Quinces, Gobling Market and Lips Touch

I drift through books, through the net, through songs, and learn new words for my second language. Today they are:

Tchotchkes: Trinket

Quince: Membrillo

Speaking of fruits, I reckon I'll get a host of new ones after I do a third thrift through Goblin Market (first was for listening to the luscious narration of this excellent audio version, second for clarification on the parts that the haze of pleasure overtook, I'm hoping the third will be the objective nitpicking one)

And speaking of Victorian naughty poems, check one of their spawns: Goblin Fruit, first tale of Lips Touch: Three Times by Laini Taylor 

Come on, do it. This is a taste of the artwork inside

You know you want to