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Most men she had known were rotten at the core, if you peeled the layers far enough, you got to some hard pit filled with hubris and self-loathing, violence and desire, all grown together in a tight little ball.
This man had not only been good, he had done good.
the place where sorrow and fear and anger had swirled together so long that she didn’t think she knew how to separate them anymore.
I can’t change who my parents are. I can only control the life I live.
“If you ever wish to talk, it would be a great honor. If you never wish to talk, I understand. We each must own our story and live with it how we see fit.
You deserve a place in this world. A place where you can be safe, and whole, and happy. Never apologize for insisting on it. For fighting for it.”
Sable had raised Wren from journeyman to artisan soon after she had exposed Greer.
What? Why? Sure, she deserved her initial promotion, but she hasn’t had any further training or experience since then. This is just odd.
He prayed Sable would like the gift. That it would mean something to her—the fact that he had listened and remembered.
Aww, Hale. ❤️
I’ll go back to rolling truffle balls like an apprentice. That’s clearly the only value I have to this Guild.”
Wren is so whiny and petulant all the time.
“I suppose it doesn’t matter since Lucas is so untrustworthy.” Wren knew it was petty, but she couldn’t help it. She knew Lucas could be trusted, even if Callidus didn’t believe her.
Someone - an adult, a person who has more to lose and more understanding of the situation - disagrees with her, and her response is to be petty and sarcastic. At least her personality is consistent.
She ignored Thom and Trick passing time playing a game of hazard, she ignored Hale, still sitting on the dock of Pike’s little pond like a statue. She even ignored Pike, who was hovering near death due to loss of blood, unconscious and pale. She knew that she should shower comfort on these other people, should show them warmth and love and leadership. But she had none to give, wrapped instead in sorrow and blood-soaked dreams.
Her actions are always so at odds with the “I need to help everyone!” persona. She’s selfish and self absorbed, despite her written internal dialogue saying otherwise.
“I’m sorry I looked. But it’s a beautiful secret. Not dirty at all. And it’s one I will keep. As long as you’d like.”
Hey, look, she's decent as long as long as she doesn't have to actually do anything.
She should have come to see him earlier. She had told herself that Hale felt deeply, that nothing but the most poignant vigil would feel worthy of Sable’s passing. But in truth, she had been a coward.
Shocking, her own emotions were her priority, and not the hurt of her friend.
But when she pushed through the doors into the square, her feet stumbled. Before her was a large wooden platform. Emerald Aprican flags waved in macabre cheer from flagpoles on each of the four corners. On one end of the platform was a gallows, with four thick nooses swinging gently in the breeze.
Why were there Aprican flags being flown in Maridis? The Apricans were the invading force...
That had been the bargain, and now he would live with it. Whatever suffering and horror came his way, he would embrace it, knowing it was only a fraction of what he had doomed the people of Alesia to.
Martyr syndrome much?
Maradis was a captive, and so he would be too. He didn’t deserve the blessed relief of death.
See above. lol
He shoved down his guilt. He was sure it was the first of many distasteful tasks Hale would be required to perform. It was no more than he deserved.
OMG, so much self pity. This author grabs at every opportunity to make her characters angsty and illogical. It's sad.
“You’re going to let them have everything? The city? The wells? The Gifted? Your infused chocolates? Your life? Because what, you’re...tired?” Callidus said.
LOOK! Someone's calling wren out on her BS finally!
I’m heartbroken. My boyfriend is in exile. My friends are dead. And...I don’t want to end up like them.”
Boo hoo.
“You can worry about your legacy as guildmaster. I’ll worry about—” “Yourself,” Callidus retorted.
At least one person sees through her.
“Isn’t that what you wanted?” Callidus asked. His tone was harsh. “Isn’t that what you’ve been doing these past weeks? Withdrawing from the world, feeling sorry for yourself? It may be news to you, Wren, but you’re not the only one who cared about Aiyani Sable. Or this Guild. Or this city.”
Dash and Marina
I thought it was Dash & Olivia?
But she also believed that Dash was a good man. An ally. She believed that he just might care for her.
Ohh, some more InstaLove (tm).
