Her rage split her open.
This was why she enjoyed baking. A good dessert could make her feel like she’d created joy at the tips of her fingers. Suddenly, the people around the table were no longer strangers. They were friends and confidantes, and she was sharing with them her magic.
Heroism wasn’t about what you could do, it was about what you did. It was about who you saved when they needed saving.
You know as well as I that you’re going to break at least one heart before this is over, and I want nothing more to do with you.
They are going to laugh at you and mock you and then they are going to – ” “Eat me. Yes. I understand.” “You don’t seem to be grasping the meaning behind the words. This isn’t a metaphor. I’m talking about huge teeth and digestive systems.” “Fat and bones and marrow and meat,” Winter sang. “We only wanted a snack to eat.” Scarlet grunted. “You can be so disturbing.
If anyone dies today it will be because they finally have something to believe in. Don’t you even think about taking that away from them now.
We will all greet fate, on the other side.
I have returned and I am here to take back what’s mine.
This would be a bad time for someone to look over and recognize you. They’d probably think I was kidnapping you.” “You are, in a manner.” “No. I’m saving you from your psychotic stepmother. There’s a difference.
They had stood against all adversity to be together, and now they would forge their own path to love. She would be Kai’s wife. She would be the Commonwealth’s empress. And she had every intention of being blissfully happy for ever, ever after.
You mean when we discovered the secret lair under the hangar where I’d been kept comatose for eight years of my life, then turned into a cyborg by some mystery surgeon before being given away to a family who didn’t really want me? Yeah, Thorne, those were the good old days.
Come here, baby sister,” she whispered, and despite the terror twisting inside Levana’s stomach, her feet obeyed. “I want to show you something.
Crazy loves company, Sir Clay.
A good queen was a well-informed queen.
I’ll be safe and happy when I’m no longer afraid of my own mind.
It’s a terrible shame he’s a Renegade, isn’t it? Otherwise, you could have asked him to stay for dinner.
Are we almost done with the gushing and the weeping?” said Thorne, massaging his temple. “When do we start planning a revolution again?” This time, it was Iko that kicked him.
I shall be a vestibule of unhampered sanity.
The man, a huge grin spreading over his face, was slower to stand, first grabbing a cane from against the wall. “Welcome aboard the Rampion, Your Magesticness. Captain Carswell Thorne, at your service.” He bowed.
I need him as much as he needs me. But that doesn’t make it love. Winter lowered her lashes “Actually dear friend, I suspect that is precisely what makes it love.