Reece

“As the rest of us grieved, Leif searched the jungle for you day after day."
"When did he finally stop?" I asked.
"Yesterday.”
― Maria V. Snyder, Magic Study

“All that is good comes from the Gods. All that is evil comes from men.”
― Cassandra Clare, Sword Catcher

“Fear is just a game, Shiori, I reminded myself. You win by playing.”
― Elizabeth Lim, Six Crimson Cranes

“Can you talk?” I ask Sevro. He nods, lips trembling from the pain, but his eyes are all fire. I give my arm and help him stand. I hold up a fist, demanding silence. Sons shout the others down till the twenty five thousand breaths balance on the beating heart of my little friend. He looks out at them, startled by the love he sees, the reverence, the wet eyes.
“Darrow’s wife . . .” Sevro croaks, larynx damaged. “His wife,” he says more deeply. “And my father never met. But they shared a dream. One of a free world. Not built on corpses, but on hope. On the loves that binds us, not the hate that divides. We have lost many. But we are not broken. We are not defeated, We fight on, But we do not fight for revenge for those who have died. We fight for each other. We fight for those who live. We fight for those who don’t yet live.
“Cassius au Bellona killed my father...” He stands over the man, swallowing before looking back up. “But I forgive him. Why? Because he was protecting the world he knew, because he was afraid.”
― Pierce Brown, Morning Star