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Adalyn Grace Biography

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“Blythe was a leech on his mind, sucking him dry of all rational thoughts. From the time he awoke crafting plans for that day's adventure to when he set his head upon his pillow and let his mind replay memories of her laughter, she engrossed him, stuck in his head like an inescapable song. Aris had fallen for someone before, and what a fool he'd been for it. For his life was infinite, and Blythe's was a short and fragile thing- It would have been better if she died now, before such feelings ensnared him. She was a parasite, one of which Aris had no idea how to free himself from. So why was it that he so desperately wanted her to live? To watch her eyes light up when she tasted the richest chocolate, and to see her fall so heartbreakingly in love with the world he thought he'd grown numb to? Aris has never minded the passing of time. He could go ages before he ever cared enough to glance up from his work and discover how many years had passed. But every moment with Blythe was one in which he found himself wishing that time could be infinite. This girl had dug herself a home beneath his skin, and his body burned every time he earned a smile from her lips. He despised her for it, and yet he could not pull himself away.”

“A human life is a beautiful thing," he said. "You humans.... you feel. You feel so deeply that it consumes you. There were humans I kept a watch over, though I would blink and they'd be fifty, sixty years older—and the time would come for me to meet them. For the longest time, I pitied them for their short lives. And I admit, Signa, that I have grown more callous with my age. But I have also grown to admire humans. They've such a short time to experience their lives, and so they must feel deeply. They must experience in one life-time things it's taken me an eternity to experience. When I see men like Elijah, rather than feel guilt for what I've done, I remember that he feels sorrow because he loved so deeply. And were I not real, Little Bird, were I not Death, he would never have experienced that love. So which is better? To live forever, or to live and love?”

“A Lady's Guide to Beauty and Etiquette was starting to feel less like her saving grace and more like a nuisance. A grim reminder that because she couldn't master the rules - because they exhausted her so - she would never be good enough, or perfect enough, or deserving enough. It was silly, she thought, for a book to make her feel such loathing for herself. She was better than that, more than that.”

“Se apretó más la capa mientras seguía a Sylas, que parecía estar a gusto bajo la noche estrellada. No estaba tiritando, como Signa, sino que tenía la cabeza echada hacia atrás para ver el cielo. Su melena negra volaba al viento, indomable y libre, igual que su manera de cabalgar. A su lado, Gundry corría a toda velocidad, resollando por el esfuerzo y con la lengua fuera; estaba disfrutando cada momento del trayecto. Sylas llamó la atención del sabueso, por lo que el dueño sonrió de manera traviesa. Inclinó la cabeza hacia atrás y aulló hacia la noche. Gundry hizo lo mismo. Fue un sonido precioso y evocador que resonó por todo el páramo. Viendo así a Sylas, Signa se ablandó. Parecía que cada día descubría una nueva parte de él. Hasta el momento, aquella era su favorita.”