The Knight and the Moth (The Stonewater Kingdom, #1)

by Rachel Gillig

To tell a story is in some part to tell a lie, isn’t it?

“Point this thing in my face again and it’s mine.” “I’d sincerely enjoy watching you try to take it.”

This isn't meant to be romantic but I'm kicking my feet

“You’re a fucking scourge.” He groaned, dropping his gaze to my mouth. “Wouldn’t it have been easier just to kiss me?” “And deny myself any pleasure?” He smiled, startling us both.

Hehehehe

“Which is more intricate?” he mused. “The designs of men, trying to reach gods, or that of gods, trying to reach men?”

“What is either to the intricacies of women, who reach both?”

“I was wondering what it would be like. Watching you unravel.”

Hehe

Of all the faces I’d seen since I’d left the tor, I feared I saw my own in Benedict Castor’s the most.

“For the sake of my sanity, put Bartholomew out of her misery. Tell her you’re in love with her.”

Lololol i love him

And no one says they need recognition or praise or love, but we all hunger for it. We all want to be special.”

We do not look for love, or heartbreak, because they, like the truest god, are ever with us.” She smiled. “And it’s a privilege to know them.”

And then they were like all the other things I’d dared to love. Gone.

Knife to my heart

“Have a little faith, Six,” Benji said, his voice stilted. “Can’t you see I’ve set you free?”

F*ck you