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And if our dreams get broken along the way, we have to make new ones from the pieces. — Derry Girls.
Men. So utterly predictable with their insistence on diminishing women to girls in an attempt to belittle us.
Not just the glamour they used to appear human. But the kind of glamour that required blood. The kind that was impenetrable—except in the rarest of circumstances. And yet the hybrid heir had seen through that glamour.
He knew. Without a doubt, the Bloodthirsty Prince knew exactly what that meant. But he was a man with secrets. According to my spies, Prisca hadn’t even known he was fae. Which meant he was still keeping her in the dark. If she was as clever as she’d proven to be so far, she would part from him at the first opportunity.
The boy’s gaze dropped to the amulet in his uncle’s hand. And he knew.
I wondered if those small details would be enough to carry me through the rest of my life.
“Hate me, rage against me, refuse to admit what you feel. But don’t you dare treat me like a stranger.”
“The way someone worships their gods—and the gods they choose to worship—is a personal choice for most. But a clever ruler will use religion to play on their emotions. Their desires. And their fears. They will promise either eternal happiness or the avoidance of suffering—here or in the afterlife. You will find it is surprisingly easy for someone to use a population’s fear of the unknown—and their poor education—to control them with lies.”
All the boy heard was that he was too much. Too much, and yet not enough.
Lorian’s voice was pure seduction, but also a strange comfort. It was a hot bath after a long day. The feel of a thick blanket on a cold night. It was familiarity and newness all at once.
“I’ve gone my whole life feeling like I’m holding my breath. Like my lungs are burning. Like I’m desperately fighting for each gasp of air. But when you’re around, I can…breathe. And I’m furious at you, because when that ends…when we’re forced apart, I don’t know how I’ll take a full breath without you.”
the boat, one
one. Galon held out his hand, steadying us as we
and climb on top of him. “We need to work on your timing,” I said
“I think the true measure of someone is not how much power they have, but how they choose to wield that power.
“Oh, wildcat. Don’t you know by now? I would have found you. No matter what happens, I will always find you.”
And then I met you. You brought me back to life, Prisca.”
