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Gold shimmered no matter what, but few people could make darkness glitter the way he did.
He twisted the hair around his finger in the same way she imagined he wanted to wrap her around his finger.
He was risking part of his person to focus solely on her.
as much as it might hurt later on, and as foolish as it could make her in the end, a part of her wanted it to be true, wanted to believe that something inside of her burned bright enough to capture Legend’s uncapturable attention.
as if he didn’t plan on letting her go until he had the last word.
a young man’s way of saying he’ll take care of a girl, by giving her gloves to protect her hands.’
Ten tiny promises of protection.
They smelled of him, like ink and secrets.
as sharp as curse words;
which only came in shades of dull and smelled of dashed dreams and cheap rum.
Tavern Emerald, she would have called it. Where answers to dangerous questions could be found.
it seemed more like glitter pretending to be stardust.
Green as ripening hatred, raw jealousy, and Armando’s emerald eyes.
Armando’s eyes turned hard and sharp with every word, as if each one made him more of a villain.
Every story has four parts – the beginning, the middle, the almost-ending, and the true ending.
Your future is not complete until you flip over the fourth and reveal the true ending.’
He sounded like salt without the sea. Rough, alone, and lost.
an ephemeral thing formed of sparkling quartz and dreams.
Tella was the sister who would destroy the world if anything happened to Scarlett, but Scarlett’s world would be destroyed if anything happened to Tella.
Its magic was exceptional even by Caraval standards, and Legend had given it to Scarlett.
dark blue color of tears cried from storm clouds.
The wings were probably meant to represent the Fallen Star, but they were so achingly familiar to the wings tattooed on Dante’s back
it would be brilliant if the Great Master Legend turned out to be a girl.
Her mother always sealed things with kisses;
they used to write her letters and ask her to rob them or kidnap them.
Everyone gave up on her, except for Scarlett – who couldn’t seem to stop caring about Tella.
a castle that now looked emptier than a broken doll’s eyes.
clad in thin, dull silver cloaks that looked as if they’d lost their shine long ago.
No one wore masks unless they were celebrating something, or committing a crime.
Scarlett deserved all the kisses. Maybe Tella wanted more kisses too, ones that wouldn’t end in death.
Tella wasn’t the sort of girl people saved – she was the one they left behind.
pretty face marred by a nasty expression.
The Tella who’d never died might have given up,
‘I should have warned you – I’m more trouble than I’m worth.’
the scent of ink and heartbreak. Dante.
‘What’s so dangerous about my arms?’ he murmured. ‘For me, everything.’
‘Who did this to you?’ he asked.
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‘You’re the most beautiful liar I’ve ever seen.’
this new universe was delightfully cozy and sweet,
dark thistle ribbons that made her look like a present someone had halfway unwrapped.
She pictured his lips forever stained with blood and a pile of dead maidens at his feet.
‘Monsters are going to be given power no matter how this story ends,’
‘I hate you,’ Tella growled. Jacks chuckled against her earlobe, as if the sentiment gave him a thrill.
as white and bright as a virgin’s sheets.
‘You call me Donatella.’ ‘I like the way it tastes.’
His glow meant he would never die of natural causes or mortal wounds, but her radiance meant she would truly live.
the one who seemed to believe in her the most was the same being who was also slowly killing her.
‘It’s a pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty. Jacks has told me a great deal about you.’ ‘Has he told you how he plans to kill me?’
your turn, dear heart.’
