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It made her ache to think how many days were splattered all over her body—days he should have lived.
“Are you sure it wasn’t just some sort of illusion?”
Thinking of what her father had attempted to force upon her made her feel like not quite a person. More like a thing.
Fierce as a kitten who’d just gotten claws, willing to shred the whole world to make this right.
Tella’s expression had turned dreamy in a way that said she was either in love or insane.
“He’s a bastard lord from the Far Northern Empire. Isn’t that terribly delicious?
She liked the idea of frightening Tella’s fiancé.
“Whatever happens, swear you won’t jump off any balconies.”
bitter yellow puddle of dread
without his mad smile, he looked as innocent as a saint.
If she were made of porcelain—as Scarlett often thought—Tella would have shattered.
she hoped she could save Tella in the way she hadn’t been able to save Julian
Scarlett didn’t see a monster but rather just a sad, old bully.
blood. A dragon with no fire and broken wings.
“The governor mistakenly believed Dante was the master of Caraval, and took his life instead.”
A governor did not live long without loyal guards.
Every person gets one impossible wish, if the person wants something more than anything, and they can find a bit of magic to help them along.
She could have held Tella until they dried up and she and her sister both turned to dust, a warning to any others who dared to get too swept away in the deception of Caraval.
Each time she believed it a little more and a little more, until at last she believed it without a doubt.
as they began their exodus back into the “real” world.
He looked at her not as if he was trying see her, but as if he was trying to show her something about himself.
The master of Caraval doesn’t go around introducing himself as Legend. He’s almost always pretending to be someone else.”
All this time Tella had been working to save them both.
she now wore white—a ghostly shade of it, and Scarlett wondered if she’d chosen the gown for that very reason.
Too many real threads mixed with false threads, all of them tangling together.
Scarlett wanted to be thrilled Julian was alive, but she could still feel the pain of his death, and knowing that it really was all pretend meant the Julian she had fallen in love with never actually existed—he was just a role one of Legend’s performers had played.
You’ll see; next game, I’m sure you’ll get into the drama of it all even more than me.”
Closure. Another word for end, conclusion.
Air smelling of evergreen, dusty with flecks of gold lantern light.
She loves flirting with the ones who have their sights set on someone else.”
Scarlett wanted to melt into the night, wink out of existence like a broken star.
Her Julian.
“Julian Bernardo Marrero Santos.”
Shades of the rich ruby love she’d felt during the game mixed with hues of deep-indigo hurt, turning everything just a little bit violet.
gentle green
This game brings out the most selfish parts of many people, but it had the opposite effect on you.
There’s always a bit of real mixed in with everything.
this very real scar down his cheek made him devastating. It reminded her of his bravery and his selflessness,
I think this scar is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
It tasted like the moment before night gives birth to morning; it was the end of one thing and the beginning of something else all wrapped up together.
her story could have ended there, in a tangle of lips and hands, and ribbons of color.
canopy of spying trees,
as if the champagne she’d sipped earlier contained bits of stars that kept her feet floating just above the grass.
enchantment and wonder, along with a hint of deception. A delectable combination.
Tella still shivered from the chilling recollection of how it had felt to die.
her sister had finally lost herself in some happiness.
they looked like two halves of the same heart.