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“I’m not sure what I enjoy more. Seeing the way you grip a sword . . . or the way your dress grips you.”
Only joined can the curses be undone Only after one of six has won, When the original offense Has been committed again And a ruling line has come to an end Only then can history amend.
“Late at night, I ache for you. I ache for you all the time,” he said, face truly looking tortured. As if he had waited a long while to say those words. As if she had been a curse worse than all others.
That was the moment I knew I loved you, he had said. When that arrow went through your heart, and it might as well have gone through mine.
