More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
A kiss with teeth and claws, as if they needed to hold on to each other with more than just their hands.
I choose you, Julian, and I promise I will always choose you, and I will always love you. I will love you with every bone in my body, so that even after my heart stops beating, a part of me will remain to forever love you.’
She’d never imagined her game would have ended this way.
scent of blood and sweat and embarrassment.
almost blue in the fading light, the color of cold hands and blood veins under skin.
He even managed a crooked smile, as if she were some sort of hero, which she wasn’t, not at all.
‘A careful girl wouldn’t say she loved me.’
Legends weren’t supposed to die,
He would never let himself die for love.
He looked like a wish that had just woken up.
the top buttons of his black shirt were undone, as if he’d been in a rush to leave – to get to her.
‘Did you think I wasn’t coming back?’
She would have never got over it if he’d died because he loved her.
it hurt so very much to realize that he was only standing there now, looking like a dream come true, because he didn’t love her, and she so desperately loved him.
He kissed her, harsh and quick and a little bit savage.
He kissed her as if he’d died, been buried and clawed his way out of the grave and through the dirt just to get to her.
Tella was familiar with heartbreak, but this was the sort of hurt that came from breaking someone else’s heart. A fragile heart. A child’s heart. A daughter’s heart.
The scene they’d stepped into could have been a painting called Hostages at a Tea Party.
Watching Caspar and Jovan smile at the hooded Assassin felt like observing kittens hop toward a crocodile.
‘Being vulnerable is not as bad as some believe,’
Anyone who uses a “the” in front of their name is never trustworthy.
You won’t feel my brother controlling you. But you’ll never feel him loving you like the way I love Crimson.’
Enough would never be enough for Tella. She wanted a love worth fighting for,
Jacks’s challenging stare looked like a dare, the sort that was already lost as soon as it was accepted.
When Jacks kissed her it always felt a little like he worshipped her.
tranquil teal of still waters.
the bastard still managed to move with the arrogance of someone who knew eyes would turn his way no matter what he wore. His steps possessed the sort of confidence that some people searched their whole lives for.
The voice that traveled up from the base of the steps below them was crystallized loveliness, clear and delicate and unbreakably strong.
Her voice wasn’t just compelling, it was deadly.
‘I’m not that stubborn,’ Tella huffed. ‘Yes, you are,’ he murmured, ‘but I like that about you.’
It was a smile that promised she’d enjoy this new game, even as she lost it.
Time was rushing faster than blood could pour out of a sliced artery.
He didn’t seem worried that the world around them was literally crumbling – he looked at her as if she was all that mattered.
It was priceless and mythic, and made other treasures feel as thin as slips of paper.
He gave Tella a final look, meeting her gaze with sad, hooded eyes and so much sincerity he could have been a picture of a saint on a confessional wall.
wanting someone wasn’t the same as loving them,
She was where Legend wanted to be.
One blink and the world was falling apart,
there were good uses for closed lips,
It now revealed an entire kingdom made of books that could have either been a book lover’s nightmare or their wish come true.
Broken Spine Castle, an Unread River, a Ravine of Ripped Pages, a Poetry Valley, a set of Novel Mountains, and then finally the Ruscica and Books for Advanced Imaginations.
The bookish stairs were the type of steep that made it feel treacherous to turn around.
MERMAIDS AND MERMEN AND HOW TO BECOME ONE TEN ESSENTIAL RULES OF TIME TRAVEL SHAPE-SHIFTING FOR BEGINNERS CAKES, CAKES AND MORE CAKES TURNING YOUR SHADOW INTO A PET LOVE, DEATH AND IMMORTALITY
Tella finally felt victorious as Legend took her hand again.
the house sat on Valenda’s rocky coast the way that Tella imagined Legend would have sat on his throne, demanding attention by simply being there.
earlier his touch had grounded her, as he pulled her through the spiders and steadied her in the library. But now, he wasn’t helping, he was making a claim.
I can also be nice. But I think you like it when I’m not.’
‘I hate not just watching you lose yourself piece by piece, but benefitting from it.
‘Just because something is real doesn’t mean you believe in it.
She didn’t and doesn’t need you to save her. She needs to save you.’
