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‘Don’t we read to escape our own realities?’
there are all kinds of darkness in this world. Some good, some bad, and some with no agenda at all. It’s what that darkness means to you and what you do with it yourself that matters most.’
Sometimes, to love someone, we have to let them go. And that sometimes, in order to go where we need to, we must turn away from one path, onto another…’
‘I believe I tried to kill you.’ Talemir huffed a laugh. ‘A woman after my own heart.’
‘Do it,’ Talemir told her. ‘There is no hope for me, just as there is no hope for these creatures…’ A single tear tracked down his cheek. ‘I told you when we first met that you could carve out my heart before the end.’
Love didn’t happen once, she realised. It happened every day, in little moments, in the quiet gaps between grand words, in the lingering touches, in the hope it promised in the dark. Love was something that breathed and expanded, that was made and remade, again and again, reforged only to become stronger.
The dark power did not consume him; instead, it set him free. He was born to have the wind beneath him and the shadows bending to his will. There was nothing more natural than this, nothing more right. He took a dive, relishing the kiss of the clouds against his skin and the vastness of the sky. His wings were as much a part of him as his limbs, as his mind, as his heart, and with them, he would bring down the monsters that sought to break the midrealms.
‘The darkness took a lot from me…’ Drue kissed him soundly, desire already reawakening within. ‘But it also gave me you.’
