Feri

“How do you know this story?"
Yeva's breath caught. "Because it's my story too," she whispered. "Because I thought I wouldn't be happy until I left town to live in the wood, and then I thought I wouldn't be happy until I could hunt every day, and then I thought I wouldn't be happy until I avenged my father's death. Because I spent a year in an old castle with the young prince and the gray wolf and I thought I couldn't be happy until I killed them both, and when I did, I wept harder than I ever have in my life. Because I thought I couldn't be happy until I went home, and then I thought I couldn't be happy until I came back."
"Because I thought the reason I'd always felt so restless was because I was meant for magic," Yeva said softly. "That if I could fix the story, that if I rescued the young prince and the gray wolf and I found the Firebird and I held in my hands everything I'd ever wanted, I would live happily ever after.”
― Meagan Spooner, Hunted

“Sometimes the braver thing is to accept help when you've been made to believe you shouldn't need it.”
― Alexandra Bracken, Lore

“My despair is mine alone, and I am so tired.”
― Meagan Spooner, Hunted

“i wasnt frightened of it. The gray death wasn't a monster or a spider i could see and shiver over. It was invisible. If I caught it would be somewhere within me and while the outside world was full of danger I knew my interior I was certain I could oust an intruder there.”
― Gail Carson Levine, The Two Princesses of Bamarre