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Sherwood Sherwood by Meagan Spooner
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“Who are you to say that being a lady, in itself, is not its own kind of war.”
Meagan Spooner, Sherwood
“Grief, thought Marian, was not the melancholy mourning of a loss, not the long and dwindling ache that ballads sang of. It was forgetting, and remembering, again and again, an endless series of slashes, each as violent and sharp as the last. It was execution by a thousand different wounds, it was bleeding to death so slowly that you are certain it will never end, that you will suffer this torture for eternity, long after your natural life has ended. You are Prometheus, and instead of your liver, the eagle is tearing out your heart.”
Meagan Spooner, Sherwood
“It wasn't Sherwood Forest he haunted, it was Marian. She carried him in her thoughts and she would carry out his will with her own hands.”
Meagan Spooner, Sherwood
“Because the law will never be just. Perhaps it can come close— so close the line is hard to see. But laws are written by men, who are imperfect by nature, and justice belongs to something beyond the power of men.”
Meagan Spooner, Sherwood
“Surrender. An archer tries to master his bow, to force the arrow where he wants it to go. He tries with strength and focus and discipline to master it. He uses tougher gloves and stronger bowstrings and stiffer limbs, and restraint. But arrows are winged creatures, and will not be restrained. To shoot like that, one must surrender control.”
Meagan Spooner, Sherwood
“But arrows are winged creatures.”
Meagan Spooner, Sherwood
“Such a deadly thing, a feather.”
Meagan Spooner, Sherwood
“Radical and insurgent and impatient. Those qualities sound more like you, my love.”
Meagan Spooner, Sherwood
“Grief, thought Marian, was not the melancholy mourning of a loss, not the long and dwindling ache that ballads sang of. It was forgetting, and remembering, again and again, an endless series of slashes, each as violent and sharp as the last.”
Meagan Spooner, Sherwood
“Flirtation was already outside Marian's expertise, but trying to seem receptive to his advances was all the harder when he made none.”
Meagan Spooner, Sherwood
“Marian—I meant it.” The words were a desperate torrent, flowing around gasps for breath and cracked lips. “I love you. I thought I loved you, and then you kissed me, and I thought then that I loved you, and then I found out who you were, and I hated you and loved you even more—I’d die for you. I’d die with you.” He pulled her closer, trying to fold her in his arms.”
Meagan Spooner, Sherwood
“El saber es el único aliado que necesitas cuando el enemigo te supera en número.”
Meagan Spooner, Sherwood
“They were always going to hang me, Alan.”
Meagan Spooner, Sherwood
“But arrows are winged creatures, and will not be restrained.”
Meagan Spooner, Sherwood
“Whom do you serve, Marian?"
I serve everyone.”
Meagan Spooner, Sherwood
“The law will never be just. Written by men, who are imperfect by nature. Justice belongs to something beyond the power of men.”
Meagan Spooner, Sherwood
“Because of all the wild stories they tell of Robin Hood, one has always been true.” Gisborne’s hand tightened on the hilt of his sword, but Marian saw a man searching for support, not readying himself to attack. “He’s in love with the Lady Marian.”
Meagan Spooner, Sherwood