Cruel Beauty

If one of us had to die, it ought to be the one with poison in her heart.

If one of us had to die, it ought to be the one with poison in her heart.

I had broken my sister’s heart. I would never see her again, so I could never beg her forgiveness. I had let hatred fester in me so long, I didn’t think I could ever learn to love her properly, either. But I could make sure she lived free of the Gentle Lord, no longer afraid of his demons, with the true sun shining down upon her.

"One. Every night I will offer you the chance to guess my name. If you guess right, you have your freedom. If you guess wrong, you die.”

"Rule two. Most of the doors in this house are locked. This key will open all the rooms you are permitted to enter. Do not try to enter the other rooms or you will regret it dearly...though not for very long.”

I do like a wife with a little malice in her heart.

My fingers found cloth, then something soft and cold.
I shuddered, but my mind refused to recognize it until I groped farther and my fingers slid past teeth into a cold, wet mouth.

With a scream, I bolted back against the door. I rubbed my hand viciously against my skirt, but the fabric could not wipe away the memory of touching the dead girl’s tongue.

The dead wife’s tongue. Because now my eyes were growing truly accustomed to the light, and I could see all eight of them, laid out on their stone blocks as if stored for future use.

I hate you [Mother], I prayed silently. Father only bargained for your sake. If you had not been so weak, so desperate, I would not be doomed. I hate you, Mother, forever and ever.

I had thought the words so often, they felt like nothing in my mouth, like no more than a breath of air, and as easily as breathing I went on:
“The truth is, Mother died because of you, and now I have to die for your sake too. And neither one of us will ever forgive you.”
Then I shoved her aside and strode out of the room.

But I was a girl who had broken her sister’s heart and—for a moment—liked it. I had left somebody in torment and liked it.
I didn’t want to keep being that person.

It was nothing like kissing Shade. That had been like a dream that slowly enfolded me; this was like a battle or a dance. [Ignifex] took possession of my mouth and I took possession of his, and we held each other in a perilous, perfect balance like the circulation of the planets.

La Bella y La Bestia se mezcla con Cumbres Borrascosas y Barba Azul en una tragedia Griega.

La Bella y La Bestia se mezcla con Cumbres Borrascosas y Barba Azul en una tragedia Griega.

Me gusta una esposa con un poco de malicia en su corazón.

¿Qué clase de tonto era él?
La misma clase de tonta que era yo, supuse, porque sabía que él era mi enemigo y aún así, yo también, estaba tomando alivio por el contacto.

¿Saben qué disco escuché mientras leía? Ceremonials, de Florence + The Machine y le quedó PERFECTO