A Queen Comes to Power (An Heir Comes to Rise #2)

by C.C. Peñaranda

“It’s not the act but the intention that separates the good from the evil.”

“Your differences only make you weak if you let them, Faythe. It’s when you embrace them that you start to live the life you were meant to lead.

It takes strength to accept help and even more to ask for it.”

Those who matter will always remember you for who you are, not what you’ve done.”

“A rose is just a rose no matter which angle you look at it,”

“Even nature has its secrets. Everything is not always as it seems.”

“All we can do is never surrender. Never bow to fear, never yield to odds, and always be ready. Until the end comes.

Always see the enemy as equal as they have just as much desire to conquer as we do to survive.”

“Hope stops the spread of panic.”

“Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.”

“I’ve faced worse monsters, Faythe,” he said with an unexpected but soothing warmth. “Let me help with yours.”

Words, when crafted artfully, could cut deeper than any blade and imprint on one’s soul for eternity. To inspire or to torment—that depended on the will of the speaker.

A life without love was to live in darkness without a glimmer of light. An existence with nothing to lose.

“She is her mother’s daughter.” Agalhor stared wide-eyed at Faythe. The uncanny resemblance was enough to erase any doubt about who she was. It wasn’t only her mother she took after in appearance. “My daughter,” he little more than whispered.

Death was a force that could not be fought, and time was its cunning accomplice. For nothing could prevent death’s claim once it sank its claws, and no amount of time could erase the pain it left behind.