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No matter how careful I am, eventually I'll make another misstep. I am weak. I am fragile. I am mortal.
I hate that most of all.

No matter how careful I am, eventually I'll make another misstep. I am weak. I am fragile. I am mortal.
I hate that most of all.

Nicasia's wrong about me. I do not desire to do as well in the tournament as one of the fey. I want to win. I do not yearn to be their equal.
In my heart, I yearn to best them.

"Nice things don't happen in storybooks," Taryn says. "Or when they do happen, something bad happens next. Because otherwise the story would be boring, and no one would read it."

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If I cannot be better than them, I will become so much worse.

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If I cannot be better than them, I will become so much worse.

Father, I am what you made me. I’ve become your daughter after all.

If you hurt me, I wouldn't cry. I would hurt you back.

Cardan looks at me as though he's never seen me before. He looks at me as though no one has ever spoken to him like this. Maybe no one has.

Because you’re like a story that hasn’t happened yet. Because I want to see what you will do. I want to be part of the unfolding of the tale.

I do not yearn to be their equal. In my heart, I yearn to best them.

I do not yearn to be their equal. In my heart, I yearn to best them.

"If I cannot be better than them, I will become so much worse."

"If I cannot be better than them, I will become so much worse."

"My good intentions evaporate on the wind. My blood is on fire, boiling in my veins. I do not have much power, but here is what I have - I can force his hand. Cardan might want to hurt me, but I can make him want to hurt me worse."

If I cannot be better than them, I will be so much worse.

If I cannot be better than them, I will be so much worse.

“Nice things don’t happen in storybooks,” Taryn says. “Or when they do happen, something bad happens next. Because otherwise the story would be boring, and no one would read it.”

That’s what comes of hungering for something: You forget to check if it’s rotten before you gobble it down.

The odd thing about ambition is this: You can acquire it like a fever, but it is not so easy to shed.

“Because you’re like a story that hasn’t happened yet. Because I want to see what you will do. I want to be part of the unfolding of the tale.”

“I am tired of caring,” I say. “Why should I?”
“Because they could kill you!”
“They better,” I say to her. “Because anything less than that isn’t going to work.”

“I’ve seen many impossible things. I have seen the acorn before the oak. I have seen the spark before the flame. But never have I seen such as this: A dead woman living. A child born from nothing.”

“If you hurt me, I wouldn’t cry. I would hurt you back.”

Before, I never knew how far I would go. Now I believe I have the answer. I will go as far as there is to go. I will go way too far.

“I thought I was supposed to be good and follow the rules. But I am done with being weak. I am done with being good. I think I am going to be something else.”

“There’s safety in being awful.”

“Desire is an odd thing. As soon as it’s sated, it transmutes. If we receive golden thread, we desire the golden needle.”

“Like taking a dare to run over knives, like an adrenaline strike of lightning, like the moment when you’ve swum too far out in the sea and there is no going back, only cold black water closing over your head.

“He’s flint, you’re tinder.”

Faerie might be beautiful, but its beauty is like a golden stag’s carcass, crawling with maggots beneath his hide, ready to burst.