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They won’t tell you fairy tales of how girls can be dangerous and still win. They will only tell you stories where girls are sweet and kind and reject all sin. I guess to them it’s a terrifying thought, a red riding hood who knew exactly what she was doing when she invited the wild in. ~ Nikita Gill ~
“There’s a thunderstorm in your blood,”
What happens when you are sure? Depends on the fae. We’ll either shut you out or grip you tight and never let you go.
“There’s everything to find, but you need to learn to see it; otherwise, no matter how many times your friends praise you, or how many lovers show you affection …” Green eyes fluttered to my lip. I forgot my own name. “… you’ll never believe them. And all the compliments in the world won’t mean a damned thing.”
“How can you be bold as the sun one moment, and quiet and shy as the new moon the next?”
“Serena Smith,” he began gravely. “From this heartbeat until my last, I share your blood and bone, joy and grief. No words or acts could make me turn from you. You are my pack, my kin, my home.”
“He is far from you. His heart and soul are dying. Shrouded in dark. You are the eye, the center, while he is the storm that rages.”
“Your father’s name was Dain Raynar. At the time of your conception, he was both seer and leader of the Crescent; otherwise known as the Witch King.”
“Serena, your sire was a fae. So was your mother. You are a full-bloodied faeling from two ancient bloodlines. The Aldarian light magic now in your veins comes from them. From your ancestors. That’s why your human body can hold it without disintegrating. Because the necklace not only held your magic, but a drop of your fae blood. Both now flow in your veins, thanks to this Auntie.”
You’re the spitting image of Dain. He had hair the color of a raven’s feathers and a brooding brow, too. All the females were mad for him. But how you carry yourself … your expressions; they’re pure Sati.”
the necklace was never an heirloom. A colony of undines—water sprites—gifted it to Sati at Lake Ewa. That’s where the spell was performed on you and your mother. It was there that the undines told us the droplet could only hold so much power, so we chose to protect the essence of your gifts and fae blood. Whereas, your mother had to live with losing those parts of herself to the void forever. She couldn’t have used the magic within if she’d tried.
“Because as long as you keep breathing, there’s a chance that things will get better. That you can make them better.
“You idiot,” he whispered into my hair. I nodded. “I love you too.”
Because he understood what it was to be a lost soul in the world. A fallen star, exiled from home.
If the night sky doesn’t want us, we’ll build our home together.
Only through the darkness of night can we be guided by the light.” - Meera Garland, Advisor to the Draken Queen.
