The Queen's Resistance (The Queen's Rising, #2)

by Rebecca Ross

“Some moments it does. Until I look for Sive and realize she is no longer here. Then it feels like reality.”

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“Is it only blood that makes a House? Or is it beliefs? What holds people together more? The red in their veins or the fire in their hearts?”

“The Lannons stole my sister, my mother. I will never know the sound of my sister’s voice. I will never know what it is like to be held and loved by my mother. I will always feel their loss, as if a portion of me is missing.

He was half Lannon, and yet that did not change how I regarded him. For I was half Allenach. We had both come from treacherous blood. And if we looked closer into our hearts . . . we would all find darkness within us.

The magic, the enchantment, was coming from her. She was a Kavanagh.

“Yes. One of the lasses says she knows something about the attack. She wishes to speak with you about it.”

Are u dumb

Thorn held his hands out, palms upward, empty, and shook his head. Jourdain nodded, but his jaw was clenched.

You gotta see it

I had chosen that shade of blue, chosen those stars for her.

“I will set you free,” Ewan promised, laying his hand over his heart. He smiled, revealing a missing tooth, and then he was gone.

He sent her to the dungeons and cut out her tongue, beheading another fair-headed woman in her place. Kane Morgane, that old fool, saw the blond hair on the spike and thought it was Líle.”

Omg noooo

“I have you,” my father whispered, and I knew he was crying as he stroked my shorn hair. “I have you now.”

I let her hold me and for the first time in my life, I knew what it felt like to be held by a mother.

This is a girl who will do something with her life, and I want to be the one who helps her reach those dreams.”

“I love the heart that is within you,” Cartier said, smiling as his tears fell. “I love the spirit you are forged from, Brienna MacQuinn. If you were a storm, I would lie down and rest in your rain. If you were a river, I would drink from your currents. If you were a poem, I would never cease to read you. I adore the girl you once were, and I love the woman you have become.