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sometimes placing our belief in something bigger than ourselves helps us get to a point where we can be enough on our own, magic or no magic.
Don’t let fear take hold of you—fear is a seed that, once planted, never stops growing.
So true
Why be the dog when you can be the master?
“I don’t want it to get easy. Not even if it’s Angra himself. I want to feel it, always, so I’m never as awful as him.”
“Persistence can get you killed.” “When sparked by torture, it can also get answers.”
Skirts were probably invented as a device to keep women from running away.
Just someone who gets bounced around in whatever position needs to be filled, used and used like a candle on a moonless night until I burn away into a puddle of compliance and obedience.
Holding on to some part of your past even if it means also holding on to the pain of never again having it. That pain is less horrible than the pain of forgetting.
Theron laughs and scoots a little closer to me. “Impossible, endearing. Synonyms, really.”
“That’s why literature is so fascinating. It’s always up for interpretation, and could be a hundred different things to a hundred different people. It’s never the same thing twice.”
“Congratulations, everyone,” I announce as I open the door to Noam’s study. “You’ve finally broken Meira, the crazy, orphaned soldier-girl. She’s snapped, all thanks to the mention of floral arrangements.”
He stares into the sky, his eyes absent and empty, an expression that branded its horrible meaning into my mind long, long ago. A candle without a spark, a sky without a sun, the look people get when they cease to be people, start being bodies.
They make decisions; they mold your future. The trick is to find a way to still be you through it all.
Someday we will be more than words in the dark.
“Even the strongest blizzard starts with a single snowflake.”
Soon he’ll know the blizzard started with me.
“I never wanted to be a king.” Theron’s voice is low and quick, cutting through me with urgency. “I wanted to sit in my library and write until the sun fell from the sky. But you—this—the Winterians, your entire kingdom, gone in a heartbeat—it’s made me realize how I would feel if Cordell ever fell like that, if I ever lost something so much a part of me. I want to be someone worthy of my kingdom. I want to be someone worthy of you.”
I’m Hannah’s daughter. I’m Winter’s conduit. I’m a warrior, a soldier, a lady, a queen, and most of all, as I plunge across the snowfield toward Jannuari’s silent ruin, I’m Meira.
