Fae Conqueror (Tangled Fae, #5)

by Sarah K.L. Wilson

“And my sister doesn’t lie, because she is Fae,” I said grimly. “You don’t know what ‘good’ is, Anabetha. ‘Good’ is me purging the earth of someone like you.” “What do you know about me? What gives you the right to judge?” She lifted her chin – every inch the queen. “Being the Balance gives me the right to judge,” I said, lifting an eyebrow, and I felt the weight of that settle over me, as if this acceptance mixed with passing judgment had settled the role on my shoulders in a way it never had been before.

“Then you see your own secrets – which might be even worse. The things we hide from ourselves are hidden for a reason,” she said with a laugh.

Tears of love, tears of despair, will feed the tree and fill the spring. They bind and heal, restore to health, and change what time will bring. But only if you pay the price and take pain to your breast. Nothing comes from nothing, not healing and not rest. Speak the name in your heart and lay it bare, Risk the love of your life and the future you share. Or choose to sit five years in silence beneath this tree. Either pain we’ll take, in exchange for what you wish to be. But only one chance you’ll have to decide, So make your choice count and enjoy the ride.

“The Conqueror flew through the Faewald like the ray of the sun, roving across the land. She bowed Malentric before her, trapping her and stealing her will. She cowed the very flowers. She stilled the Wild Hunt. She pitted herself against the Spring of Tears, fought against a thousand adversaries and her own father. She rose up and saved us all. She was the Hunter and like a hawk, diving from the sky, she hunted for righteousness. The Knave waited, not willing to break the spell before she arrived for his glorious plan had not yet been realized and he was loathe to hinder it in any way. Not even if he had to pass the worst test imaginable ... the test of patience. But he was the most patient of them all, the most glorious, the most beautiful of all the Faewald.” - Tales of the Faewald

Come on, Allie. Feed it to the flames. Don’t let fear or horror control you.

“None of us leaves this life uninjured, daughter. The question is never if you will bear wounds. The question is only which wounds you will bear and how well you will endure them.”

My father was right. None of us leave this world without wounds. And one of mine was the people who never cared about me as much as I cared about them.

“The thought that you’re better than other people is that first thread. And then it grows and twists into hatred and lies, selfishness and indifference. And soon, that twisted mess is all you are. And what can save you from that?”