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One’s fate must not be trivialized by idle talk.
“There is no greater journey than following one’s fate,”
“Sometimes the mark of prejudice settles in the eyes of those with limited vision, much like cataracts,”
“As I’ve said, it’s often easier for mortals to believe the world they see is the world they live in.”
But even Yvette knew the real reason monuments were built was to outshine and outlast the bodies of the men who built them.
Blood will tell, blood will remember.
Yvette might wear her scar on her face for all to see, but others carried them deep inside, where only their bearers knew the damage done.
Even a witch without a mother knew the threefold law: that which is cast out—either good or bad—will come back three times as powerful.
“One can’t run from whom they were meant to be,”
“The transformation, the struggle between light and dark, that is what propels life forward. That metamorphosis is one’s purpose for existing.”
“Was it prophesied somewhere that all must suffer the agony of uncertainty before finding their way to safe harbor?”
She was deep in the shit, but she was going to have to keep paddling.
One can be at peace within one’s own chaos, but not in another’s,
“No, she was taught more important lessons, like how to survive in a world that didn’t know what to do with her.”
Elena knew from personal experience the desire for revenge was unsustainable on its own after so much time. But a lust for money . . . now that was a motivator that could easily stay burning for nearly two decades, greed being the gas that feeds the eternal flame of desire, as it were.
“Some men are born with the seed for cruelty in their hearts,” she said. “It only grows with the passing of time, the roots reaching out to ensnare every part of their soul. But one can’t always tell the extent a man’s heart has been compromised until after they’ve been hopelessly trapped within his grip.”
“I do not like to measure one man’s value against another’s,” Oberon said after a moment of contemplation. “There’s a certain vulgarity in assigning worth to any individual life when each represents a piece in the mosaic of the whole.”
The perfect mix of magic and mortal genius, reminding her of the complex tension between the born self and the created self and the trick of finding one’s balance.
