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And where there is value, there is power, and where there is power, violence will always brew.
‘The one born of a storm’s mist shall be your beloved. But when the waning moon turns, you will grant them their death.’
Under a waxing moon that no one can see, when the sun flares and twilight reigns. A burdened partnership will die when poison passes their lips. One gilded, one pearl.
But he wanted them to suffer. And do you know what the worst thing is? The citizens voted him in again.’
‘What’s it like, having a sister? I never had any siblings.’ Lettle looked to Yeeran ahead of them and barked out a laugh. ‘It’s terrible!’ This drew a small smile from Rayan, but it wasn’t enough. ‘But it’s also like…’ she searched for a metaphor he’d understand, ‘it’s like wearing a shield. It’s heavy to carry, but it protects the most precious parts of you. I love Yeeran more than anything.’
Wow! Such a beautiful way to describe having a sister/brother! Tears!
‘The night she bore me, a thick fog hung over Crescent. She always said I was fathered by the storm’s mist.
To love him is to kill him.
Love and hate are oil and water, separate but similar, and sometimes they swirl together, making it difficult to tell one from the other.
‘It is a cruel torture to let half of your soul soar, while the other is caged down here. Mercy is, after all, the antithesis of power.’
Should not a leader help to provide?
‘Pain is a funny thing.’ She touched her own cheek. The faintest mark remained where Yeeran’s wild magic had struck her. ‘There is the physical. Then there are the scars that others don’t see.’
