A Kingdom of Exiles (Outcast #1)
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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—
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Fae males protect. It’s our first instinct, even before fighting and hunting.”
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“What’s wrong?” “Would ‘everything’ be a good answer?”
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Viola loved to say, “Better the demon you know, than the fae you don’t”,
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He’d drugged me, kidnapped me, and was about to sell me, but I felt sorry for him? Madness.
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“Your lives may be shorter, but you love more fiercely because of it.
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“There’s a platform that I swim to, but it’s in the center of the lake. Your ribs are bruised, so when the pain gets too much, turn back.” “What’s too much?” “After you’ve vomited and before you’ve passed out.”
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“We’re about to go extract a poison that could kill us instantly. And you’re happy?” His head pulled back, enough for me to see the wide smile there. “I’m flying, which I don’t get to do as often as I’d like. And I have you in my arms. I think I’m entitled to purr.”
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We shouldn’t be punished for those we love. It’s as much in our control as the turning of the tide, or the rising of the sun.
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“That’s different,” Adrianna commented. I waited until I’d wriggled back into my shirt to ask, “What is?” Footsteps bounced off the cave walls as Adrianna came up next to me. “You used to hate people seeing you naked.” I looked up and shrugged. “I guess waking up to all your bare asses every day has changed me.”
Then it struck: love, unconditional and fierce. He’d never said the words. He’d never shown it through the bond. Not that he’d needed to. I’d known. Yes, I’d known deep down. But sensing it, feeling it was different. Because he’d seen everything: the vile thoughts, the good deeds; every memory. Through it all, despite everything, he still loved me. No limits, no requirements, no end.
That, there, was what made us kin. Because he understood what it was to be a lost soul in the world. A fallen star, exiled from home.