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The blood covering the deck turned black, and the world changed once more.
hands with enough power to rip worlds in half.
Tella didn’t want to look at the stars. She wanted to see him.
His expression was so harsh he looked as if he’d stolen a piece of dark from the night.
‘I know you were willing to sacrifice yourself for her, but I wasn’t willing to sacrifice you.’
His expression darkened at the word hero, as if it was something he’d rather not be called.
Her battle had died on those steps the moment Legend walked away.
‘You’re still very human, and I do not love you.’
Sometimes my only form of entertainment is seeing how far I can take things before someone flinches.’
‘He can make someone the center of his world when they’re a part of his game. But when the game ends, he always walks away and he never looks back.’
I never wanted to fall for anyone, but I think I’ve fallen in love with Legend.’
as peaceful as a doomed damsel in distress,
With the mourning bells still ringing, it felt wrong for it to be shining so brightly, beaming over the entire courtyard,
In fairy tales, sixteen was always the age when girls either learned they had magical powers, were truly princesses in disguise, or were cursed and needed a handsome prince to help them break the dark enchantment.
she was too young for endings. Her adventures were only beginning. They would be bigger than promises, and brighter than constellations. By the end of them, Tella would be the legendary one.
everything about Legend shone in the dark.
Every story has four parts: the beginning, the middle, the almost-ending and the true ending. Unfortunately, not everyone gets a true ending. Most people give up at the part of the story where things are the worst, when the situation feels hopeless, but that is where hope is needed most. Only those who persevere can find their true ending.
Scarlett Dragna’s bedroom was a palace built of wonder and the magic of make-believe.
a person who’d forgotten how to imagine,
‘A true queen’s power isn’t in her crown, my little love. It’s here.’ Her mother placed a hand over her heart.
Tella had a spark that could either set the whole world ablaze, or give it much-needed light.
Occasionally, there are minutes that get extra seconds. Moments so precious the universe stretches to make additional room for them,
Tonight he was smiling like a wicked prince, escaped from the stars, ready to spirit her up into the heavens.
He was still the most beautiful liar she’d ever seen.
Legend was as sharp as precise pen strokes and as vibrant as a freshly cut wound.
He smelled of magic and heartbreak,
‘I never asked you to be my hero.’
in that moment she hated him, for making her feel so many things for him.
dazzle was a lot like romance – fantastic while it lasted, but it never lasted long enough.
‘You look as if you’re trying to trick me.’
‘Just because I don’t like you doesn’t mean you’re not pretty.’ ‘If you really hated me, you wouldn’t find me attractive at all.’ ‘I never said I had good taste.’
if she’d asked that, it would have unquestionably counted as caring. Fortunately, admiring wasn’t against their unspoken rules.
Legend was unabashed in the way he looked at her.
When Tella awoke, the taste of fire coated her tongue and a dead butterfly rested in her palm.
fairy-tale red.
they were more like wicked gods.
Tella considered getting herself arrested.
the first day of the Hot Season.
Lazy writing isn't whimsical
Dante Thiago Alejandro Marrero Santos.
Dante felt more like a character from a story than Legend did. Yet the name always pricked her like a thorn, reminding her how she’d fallen in love with an illusion
this was Legend. Legend brought people back to life. Legend stole kingdoms with lies. Legend wrangled the stars.
The woman was made of things that Tella didn’t possess.
looked as warm as a handwritten love letter,
‘Some would probably call him a villain. Others would say his magic makes him closer to a god.’
‘I didn’t know you were so sentimental,’ said Legend. ‘Only when it comes to you.’
The smile of a woman who was saying yes to a man she couldn’t resist.
He drank and drank and drank. Took and took and took.
Legend was actually her exception, that her desire for him was the weakness that could destroy her if she didn’t conquer it.
Legend felt like every story she’d never wanted to believe about him.
Scarlett’s feelings were a commotion of colors, swirling around her in garlands of excited aquamarine, nervous marigold and frustrated gingersnap.
