Entangled (Prince of the Doomed City #2)

by Sylvia Mercedes

before. “I know. But I don’t want to be careful. Not always. Not ever. I want to live and live and live some more. I want to know how it feels to burn bright as a meteor, even if it means I must extinguish faster than I otherwise would. I want to make my name in this world, a name that will live on long after I’m gone.”

Fear is like armor here. Fear will keep me alive.

We are made to ttarmok—that is, to bear with the pressure of worlds down in the deepest places. It is what makes us what we are.”

even if there is little hope of what I feel ever being returned. But even this agony is sweeter than the agony of sheer denial. So I’ll accept it, learn to live with it.

“Go where you will,” he says. “Do as you wish. All that I ask of you, now or ever, is that you be whole. Courageously whole.”