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464 pages, Kindle Edition
Published March 10, 2023
"What?" she said with a smile and a little shrug. "Some men need to be reminded that all women aren't prey."
“You’re a pig,” I said to him. He smiled and gave a mock bow. “But I’m your pig.” “Does that mean I can shove an apple in your mouth? Maybe then you’ll actually shut up.”
"...family aren’t the people you choose but the people who choose you.
"You plant-loving fuckhead! How is this not cheating?"
“I could show you the grottos along the coast and how the black cliffs glitter pink at sunrise.”
“The Guardians Bridge at sunset, when the sunlight reflects off of the polished marble to make the statues look like they are walking on fire.”
His face softened, and I saw the first glimmer of something genuine in his eyes. It drew me in, snaring me completely as he continued.
"the river that flows through the palace. It crashes from the downspouts, filling the surrounding air with rainbows. The best view is from the ocean, as you approach from the south, where waterfalls frame the crystal windows of the main ballroom. There is singularly no place more beautiful."
“And sweet girl, from that moment, you had his heart forever. He loved you from the start, you know.”
"He named you that night. Elyria Solaris, you are his sun.”
"Once a generation, the fates grace the world with a baby who carries the magic and bears the mark of the Ancient Gold Dragon.”
It took nearly a year for the caning to be replaced and the colored glass to be recast. For weeks I’d ran to the gallery to see if it had been fixed, and each time I left feeling empty
But one day, the last piece was placed, and the image was made whole. That was what Elyria wrapped in my arms felt like.
“Everyone out!” I yelled. Della rose her chin in defiance. “Out!” I repeated. This time, my voice growled with command.
A tear crept down my cheek, and I wiped it away with the back of my other hand. This wasn’t the time to break. It was the time to fight.
Hearing Cal address the group was my undoing. He was muffled by the door, but with that last comment about strength in the morning, the tether on my composure finally slipped.
Before long, Albert would run out of money to support the troupe, and he needed every coin. But in this moment it felt like standing before that pyre all over again. For all my bravado, I could not make myself ascend the stairs. The pain was fresh and raw. It was too much to bear, and I could feel myself cracking beneath the weight of it.
I stopped at the heavy doors, bracing both hands on them. My heart was thumping, and it was hard to catch my breath. I couldn’t tell if it was my nerves, my climb up the steps, or Cal’s proximity, but I needed a second to compose myself before pulling them open. I leaned forward, resting my head against my hands.
“I don’t think the troupe has anything for me here without him. I love them, especially Gregory and the twins, but I can’t stay here. They don’t need me, not really. It was always Duke who needed me, not them.
Truth was, this troupe had been my responsibility for years now. He knew that. We all did. I had accepted this fate long ago. What I wanted didn’t matter. The troupe came first, because it had to.
“I’m not going to stay here pretending nothing happened while some unknown evil picks off the troupe one by one. I will die before I see another person I love cursed.”
“Just me and my haunting memories to keep me company.”
"I don’t think someone becomes the person they are meant to be until the moment independence is thrust upon them.”