I will find you.In the farthest corner, I will find you.
It can take years to mold a dream. It takes only a fraction of a second for it to be shattered.
Some things aren’t meant to be known. Only believed.
It’s other people who make us wise, and I haven’t known nearly enough.
Faith and science, I have learned, are two sides of the same coin, separated by an expanse so small, but wide enough that one side can’t see the other. They don’t know they are connected.
Words, Kaden. Only lost unsaid words that added up to good-bye.
If I had been shipped off to Dalbreck, there are valuable things I never would have learned.
It’s the unknown that I fear, the bites of memories that still have no connections.
The world before us is a postcard, and I imagine the story we are writing on it.
I created an icicle sculpture in the snow. White on white.
If ever there were three mismatched riders, it was us- the crown prince of Dalbreck, the Assassin of Venda, and the fugitive princess of Morrighan. Sons and daughter of three kingdoms, each bent on domination of the other two.
You have to make your peace with Kaden, and he with you. You are not on opposite sides anymore. Do you understand?
The seed of the gift may come, but a seedling that isn’t nourished dies quickly.
Ascente cha ores ri ve breazza.””Turn your ear to the wind,” she interpreted. “Stand strong.
Until one comes who is mightier,The one sprung from misery,The one who was weak,The one who was hunted,The one marked with claw and vine,The one named in secret,The one called Jezelia.
The dictionary says my identity should be all about being separate or distinct, and yet it feels like it is so wrapped up in others.
Poetry?”…”No, just thoughts, glimpses, things running through my head.
I see Jenna, smiling, chattering. And failing. When you are perfect, is there anywhere else to go?
Maybe we all have a dark place inside of us, a place where dark thoughts and darker dreams live, but it doesn’t have to become who we are.
Chance. It weaves through our lives like a golden thread, sometimes knotting, tangling, and breaking along the way. Loose threads are left hanging, but the in and out, the back and forth continues, the weaving goes on. It doesn’t stop.
Once upon a time, there was a man as great as the gods…But even the great can tremble with fear.Even the great can fall
Percentages! Those are for economists, polls, and politicians. Percentages can’t define your identity.
Don’t be afraid, child,The stories are always there.
ChoiceI needed it like I needed air.Bit no one could hear me. No one could listen. No words. No sound.No voice.I couldn’t even dream myself away.Choices were made.None of them mine.At first I wondered if it was hell.And then I knew it was.
It made me think how different everything might have been if we had both been born in Terravin.
I thought grandmothers had to like you. It’s a law or something.
We already had three steps behind us.”Hold on, Lia,” I whispered. Hold on for me.
A sacrifice ever remembered.Never forgotten.Another day we live.A sacrifice for you. Only for you. And so shall it be,For evermore.Paviamma
As we got older, their mischiefs continued to be shrugged off, but mine were not, and I knew from that point that I was measured from a different stick than my brothers.
Love … It’s a nice little trick if you can find it.We had found it.But now I knew finding love and holding on to it were not the same thing.
What I think is all I have left. My mind is the only thing that makes me different from a fancy toaster. What we think does matter-it’s all we truly have.
Who was this girl who thumbed her nose at two kingdoms and did as she pleased?
Sometimes there’s not a better way. Sometimes there’s only the hard way.
And all I want is to hold her and make the rest of the world go away.
I trust you all slept well,” I said, deliberately keeping my tone light. I returned Malich’s glare with a tight-lipped grin.“Yes, we did,” Kaden answered quickly.“I’m sorry to hear that.