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“Thais believed that in defeat the downtrodden, courageous soul would rise with the fiercest determination for victory. That is when the true spirit of warriors shined through and soared. A new day would dawn and with it a renewed hope would rise above the blood and the ash, strengthening even the weakest and igniting a birth of revolution.”

“How else could people exist in a world of good and evil, where wicked atrocities abound in backyards, yet somehow still be capable of experiencing joy and love? Surely Darius was not the only survivor of evil, not the only one who longed to see good in the world. He had just focused on the wrong thing, allowing it to consume him.”

“... I should take off this ridiculous hood so they can see my face and catch a glimpse at real perfection." (Vincent) "Then you'd just be an enormous man with a hump and a beautiful face," Breccan said. Vincent hissed. "And the fact remains... you do think I'm beautiful," he said as he started to leave.”

“Vincent came within inches of her face. "You are a rare beauty, Sheirah." He drifted his eyes over her face. "But I shall not give you, or anyone my blood willingly or otherwise. I have made far too many mistakes to trust the likes of someone I have just met." Meadow gazed into Vincent's eyes and smiled wryly. "You tell me the truth, archangel. For if you spoke to me lies, I would have known.”

“It was Draven. He’d come up behind me. I jumped for a second time that morning, unable to help myself, then glared up at him. “How did you even do that?” “I have the ears of an exmoor and the tread of a fenrir,” he said with a smirk. “I’d say comparing yourself to wild animals was fitting, except the exmoor seems highly intelligent,” I muttered.”

“Hesitantly, he brushed back a few errant strands of her hair, his hand resting along the side of her face. "You have no idea how much I wish I could change thing." "I think I might," she whispered. His gaze dropped to her lips, causing her heart to race even faster. When he lowered his head, she held her breath, the memories of their first and only kiss flooding her, a kiss that seemed like it was a lifetime ago. She wanted to experience that again, to feel his lips on hers. She held perfectly still as he closed the distance between them, her breath catching. When his lips pressed against hers, his touch was soft, exquisite and tender, stirring a fire within her that she had never felt before. She pressed herself closer to him as he worked a hand into her hair. She wanted more of him. More of the precious connection between them that made her blood heat even as it filled her with an indescribable rightness. But almost as soon as their exploration of one another had begun, he pulled away, his breathing ragged and his expression pained. "I can't," he softly said, his voice coming out strangled. "I'm sorry. I just... I can't do this.”

“He watched her again while she worked, his gaze unnervingly intense. Once the tea was steeped, she walked back over with it, passing him the mug. “Here,” she said. “This will help.” He nodded slowly, taking it from her as she sat down in a nearby chair. “You’re not what I expected.” “Let me guess.” She raised a brow, trying to feign indifference. “You expected the woman who sold her soul to Pysgod, becoming so cursed that she could not even bear her own children and then, in her rage, tried to murder the Ri of Ceffyl?” He cleared his throat, dropping his gaze to the floor. “Something like that.” “Be careful when you only hear the word of one man.”

“Are you alright?" he asked. "I'm fine," she said, letting out a noisy breath. "I'm just winded, I'm not that fragile." "You've never been fragile," he replied, holding her gaze. "But something is bothering you." She shook her head, biting her lip as she stared down at her boots. "I'm fine, Niall." "You're certain?" "I'm certain." He dared to risk taking a few steps closer to her. trying to calm his pounding heart as he took her hands in his. "Are you sure this is what you want?" She looked away, a sad smile crossing her face. "I don't even know what I want anymore." A lump settled in his throat. He should leave, shouldn't press whatever was still between them, but he couldn't. Not while looking at the pained expression on her face. "You know that I'm always here for you," he said, inwardly chastising himself for his foolishness as soon as the words slipped out. She held his gaze, a haunted look in her eyes. "Are you?" The simple question cut him to his core, leaving behind a physical ache, one that grew when he thought of how much he hadn't been there for her, not like he had wanted to be. Not like he had hoped.”

“The door opened to reveal Odran on the other side. His hair was slightly tousled and he still looked half asleep, blinking rapidly as he looked down at her. "Well," he said. "This is a surprise. Is this a personal or professional visit?" "Professional." She held up her hand with a tentative smile. "I'm afraid I require your services." He leaned against the door frame, flashing her a smile that reminded her far too much of Niall. "Why, Ciara," he said, "if you wanted to see me that badly, all you had to do was ask.”

“He turned on his heel, calling to Rhew as he hurried down the shadowy hallway. The wolf trotted along to catch up with him, but he wasn't fast enough. An all too familiar voice called his name. A voice he had always struggled to say no to. Taking a deep breath, he turned and faced Ciara. Longing and heartache warred within him at the sight of her, leaving his chest tight. She was wearing a light green, gauzy gown, the color reminding him of the young grass that would blanket the valleys every spring. Her dark hair had been piled on top of her head, a few wavy locks left down to frame her face, while her diamond studded hair pins glittered in the torch light. She was breathtaking and he was caught in her gaze, unable to look away. "Maura said you weren't feeling well," she said, her movements tentative as she closed the distance between them. He cleared his throat, wetting his lips. "Yes, I... the afternoon took much out of me." She tilted her head to the side, her full lips pursing. His gaze dropped to them, his breath hitching. Lips that you have no business focusing on, he reminded himself, slightly shaking his head. "But you're feeling better now?" she asked. "Considerably." He paused, glancing behind her to see if anyone was coming up the steps. "Is dinner over already?" She looked away, biting her lip and fidgeting with her pearl bracelet. "I left early," she answered. "I found that I wasn't quite up to the company." Her words were hollow, leaving a dull ache in his chest.”

“Nonsense," Brynn waved her off, "You'll be family soon enough. Come, have a seat. Odran and Doran and working and I sent Macsen to the market with Quinn, so I'm afraid you'll only have me for company." "You're always my favorite company," Niall said with a cheeky grin. "And my favorite aunt." Brynn rolled her eyes, but the amusement in her expression made Ciara want to laugh. "I'm your only aunt," she said, swatting lightly at him.”

“He cupped her cheeks in his hands and pressed his forehead against hers, reminding her of a truth she had long forgotten—that this suspended moment in time had always been, and was never lost, an eternity perched upon an instant of knowing. In such a way he held her, until time ceased to exist.”

“The flames flickered, casting dancing shadows along the wall, as the lute player jumped lightly down to the floor. He was an otherworldly vision. His hair a wild tangle of amber curls, his eyes a rich, liquid gold that sparkled like a fine ale. He was dressed for battle, clad in a coat of mail, silver links glistening overtop a thick, forest-green tunic. A quiver of red-tipped arrows hung at his back and he held a bow loosely in one hand. Rows of small knives were strapped across his chest. His sleeves had been rolled up to reveal strong forearms and sun-kissed skin. Snug trousers made of a sturdy green fabric emphasized the length of his lean legs, and were tucked into tall, black leather boots that came up to his knees. As he crossed the room towards us he moved with a lithe, feline grace I had only seen before in one other man.”

“Your leg hurts?” He asked politely, but I was beyond confused by his behavior. “Your head hurts?” I asked him. “What?” He looked as puzzled as he sounded. I almost laughed, but kept my cool. “Why haven’t you killed me yet?” “Oh, I will,” he said, and stretched his neck and shoulders on both sides. I could hear the sound of his bones cracking, and I could tell it felt good. Then suddenly his face grew serious and he looked at me with those predatory eyes, and whispered, “In a while.”

“She had her whims and caprices, her laudable virtues and endearing vices. Every nuance of character that made her unique captivated me. I had to discover her, one quirk at a time, and solve the enthralling, enchanting enigma that was her. What did she favor? What did she fear? What drove her completely crazy? None of these things I knew.”

“Hope is an enthusiastic assurance.”

“Do you remember when you told me you were powerless? Look at you now, Veyka. You are no longer the Queen of Secrets. You are Queen of the Void. Queen of this realm, and every realm, should you desire it.” I watched her as I spoke, the words pouring out of me easier with every syllable. A crash sounded from the direction of the rift, and I was aware of another wave of elementals crashing through it, heard Elora’s voice in the background. But every sense was tuned to Veyka—the scent of her exhaustion, the tangible crackle of her magic against my skin. She glowed brighter with every heartbeat as I went on: “The entire world is at your fingertips. Worlds that I cannot even imagine, beyond what the rest of us can see and hear and dream. Immortal? No, not next to you. You are not the elemental queen, or the void queen. You are an Ancestors-damned goddess. And after this, everyone in Annwyn will know it.”

“She considered him further and decided he could definitely pass for a pirate. No, she thought, correcting herself. More like a sea captain, a younger version of the captain from that old movie where the pretty woman rents an old sea captain's house only to find the place haunted by the sea captain himself. She let out a heavy breath. Man, she loved that movie.”

“We ride hard each day,” Draven barked. “We don’t dawdle or take breaks. We don’t stop to sightsee.” “I’d never dream of asking you to sightsee,” Vesper said with an impressively straight face. “A man like you? Never.” “Fine,” Drave said darkly. “Since you won’t leave when asked and as my only other option is to kill you, which I know she won’t like…” “Your sister?” “My companion,” Draven growled. “Since my companion would evidently prefer I didn’t kill you.” “That would be very nice,” I said, as calmly as I could, my heart beating fast. “Especially when he’s so talented with breakfast.” Were they really going to come to blows? I imagined exaggerating the story when I retold it to Galahad and saying two half-naked griddle-cake-scented, dazzlingly handsome men had been fighting over me.”

“A tidal wave crashed against the shores of Sterling’s soul, permanently shifting something inside him. It was as if his body felt too small, too crowded for his own mind, as if something else was there, another heat he couldn’t quite discern amidst his own. “Catena binds you. Through this rune, you both shall adhere to the order of this court, as neither of you will be able to stay away from the other. The thinner and longer the chain gets, the worse the suffering. The closer you are, the less you’ll feel its effects. This way, Elizabeth cannot escape your control. If she proves too dangerous, she will have no way to run from your punishment, and you’ll keep your oath to neutralise her.” Sterling didn’t mean for things to go this far. He merely wanted to be responsible for Elizabeth and keep her under his girdle, not actually be alchemically bound to being near her at all times. Indignation was painted on Elizabeth’s face in colours he yet hadn’t seen on her, washing the feeble traces of fear away. She was furious. But so was he. Annoyed with himself for not thinking alchemy would have been used… outraged for liking it.”