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“In his arms, I feel the peace of being in the right place. Beside him, the world seems safe, even though everything around us is the opposite. In that embrace, we cradle "Love"... Life at its finest. "Love" So deep within us that it's hard to recognize, so indecipherable and yet so accessible. The gift and the magic we ignore, yet that we all possess. "Love," the ingredient that gives meaning to the world. Life moves through it. Perhaps love is much more than we believe... perhaps love is... "everything.”

“You are my moon amongst parting clouds, guiding me through the storm, a light that breaks through my darkest waters, the song of the sea always calling me back . . . you, you are my horizon, offering me a hope I never knew existed. I need to know there’s hope for us. Even if it’s just a single drop, barely enough to taste, without that drop, I can’t survive.”

“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.”

“Every living soul in this universe should be given a chance at love – their personal shot at having the most powerful and mysterious thing that ever existed. You could love forever, or your love could burn short and bright for just a few moments in the history of time. But however you did it, I supposed the idea was to make it count; to create a story worthy of a new fairytale, a poem, or a new constellation that would wind itself into an infinite thread of light in your name. Maybe that was the whole point of love – to create an eternal story of your own.”

“Age Shaming? To grow older is not a crime. In fact, we are all growing older each day. Those of us who have reached "age milestones" are pieces to the puzzle of a life the "young" have not yet lived. "Yes, we hold the answers. Therefore, we are to be prized not pitied or discriminated against." Christie Christie: The Sadistic Narcissistic: To Love a Ghost”

“Yes, I wanted to remain here in Faerie, with Wendell. Yes, I knew it went against reason and common sense--- ordinarily two of my strengths. My arguments with Rose had been nonsense all along, because the truth was that I agreed with him. Of course it wasn't a sane decision to befriend a monarch of the Folk, let alone marry one, particularly if he reigned over the Silva Lupi. Nor did I think Wendell was different from other Folk, particularly--- kinder, less enigmatic, or somehow more human. I simply didn't care. I loved him, and I suspected that I would grow to love this beautiful, horrifying place if given the chance. I wanted the chance. I wanted Faerie, its every secret and its every door. If there was danger in my decision--- and I knew there was--- then so be it. I would accept danger, if it meant I could have this.”

“I realized that part of me had been waiting for Wendell to make a miraculous recovery. To rescue us all, as well as himself, just when we needed him most. It would fit the pattern of innumerable stories. But perhaps Wendell wasn't part of his kingdom's story anymore. Or he was, but merely as a footnote, a trial for his stepmother to overcome as she rose from powerful to unstoppable-- to irrevocably weave herself into the fabric of her world, as the king of Ljosland had. And if he was a footnote, what did that make me? I leaned close, breathing in the smell of his hair--- the salt of sweat; smoke from the fire; and the distant smell of green leaves that never left him. "My answer is yes," I whispered in his ear.”

“Anche se le fiamme dipingevano sul corpo di Kirien una miriade di sfumature diverse, la sua natura non era fatta per le mezze misure. Lui era come il deserto: crudele e inclemente. Arido, ma allo stesso tempo ricco. Nel momento in cui ti avvolgeva, ti costringeva a temerlo. Una volta che avevi assaporato le sue albe e la profondità dei suoi spazi, però, non potevi più farne a meno. E così si sentiva Tira in quel momento: spaventata dalla sua ruvidezza, ma allo stesso tempo affascinata da ciò che era certa si nascondesse oltre la spessa coltre di indifferenza e reticenza che lo costringeva a chinare la testa ed obbedire a qualsiasi ordine gli fosse stato dato.”