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Truth was, I am strange and wild. But I was more than that. I was dangerous: a witch, a warrior, a queen. And I didn’t need a blade to fight this man.
“Hope is Radovan’s cruelest form of torture.
“No one considers themselves monstrous”
good manners could be wielded like a blade. And class was all in the attitude.
If you are going to make any allies, you need to offer them at least the hope of redemption.”
“Since when has life ever been about what we deserve?”
These scars are what made me.”
People weren’t plants. You couldn’t sow them in rows and expect them to grow in place. People were unpredictable. Ever-changing. Chaotic. Human.
But I had another idea. Risky. But all the best ones were.
He was a monster. Of that I had no doubt. But one with a deadly insecurity for what people thought.
The more distance you put between yourself and the truth won’t make you any less responsible for it.”
“Entitlement is the most pernicious and wicked of evils.”
“There’s nothing they fear more than someone exposing all their sins.”
It was profane, treating this place like it was meant for entertainment, not worship.
Men of action don’t usually waste time on debate, do they? If they see a problem. They’ll fix it.”
My eyes went to the altar, a prayer for the strength to temper my words.
Fear was one of the first casualties of this never-ending war. Right after hope.
I know not all of you are like that, but it doesn’t invalidate my experience
“Hate is simple, but life—especially in Roven—is complex.
But everyone deserves to know their options—to make the choice for themselves.
I had enough problems without adding fear to the list.
“I meant what I said on your birthday. I will burn the world down if you command it.”
I am with you, my lady. Until the end.”
