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To the women who faced the cold and darkness alone— And became the fire they needed. Keep burning.
It’s not bravery. It’s a very particular kind of cowardice. It’s the refusal to be abandoned, even through death. My insistence on my own space, on seeing the world on my own terms, is tainted with hypocrisy. Leave me alone, but be available when I need you.
Queen Vicana’s men are brutal and well-trained. And none are more brutal than Kyldare—her right hand and Queen’s Justice—a nicely ironic title.
And men will always attempt to brutalize the women they cannot control.
“The dark god knew his siblings were going to strip him of his incredible power. His memories. They were tired of the favoritism his father showed him, and they didn’t approve of his plans for this world. Before they could attack him, he learned of their plan. He poured much of his knowledge, power, and self into three grimoires, casting them out into this world. He knew they would be used, and when they were, that knowledge would call to him.”
My years at court—and at war—taught me that great leaders don’t take what isn’t theirs. Not through conquest. Not through quiet theft. The rulers worth following build, protect, and strengthen.
And even without my memories, I know she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.
“He will never take you,” he vows. “If ever such a thing was to happen, I would come for you. And I would kill him.”
“Because this universe has laws. I know this in my bones. And one of those laws is that Madinia Farrow is no one’s captive. She is no one’s victim. You know this, despite your terror telling you otherwise.”
“You never should have let me taste you. Now I’ll stop at nothing to make you mine.”
“Does it help?” Eamonn asks, his voice carefully neutral. “Does what help?” “Pushing away anyone you might grow to care about. Does it help you feel less pain when they do leave?”
