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A warrior doesn't focus on the odds stacked against her. She focuses on her heart, on her will to face the evil in her world and defeat it, and then she finds a way to do it. Lorelai
Forgive us, my lord, for you have us at a disadvantage. My sister is frankly deplorable at conducting courtly conversation. The only thing worse than her ability to make appropriate small talk with royalty is her attempt to let a man lead her on the dance floor. Your timely interruption has saved me from the chore of attending dance lessons with her. My feet thank you.
You're worth so much more than anything I can give you. If you can't believe that right now, believe in me.
Rachel's voice is fierce. The Commander will send out scouts. We should-"
"Oh, he sent out scouts," Willow says. "Five of them. And they were doing a good job of searching the city. Unfortunately for them, all they managed to find was me."
"You killed them?" Ian asks.
"No. I invited them over for dinner." She smacks his shoulder. "the sun is almost down. By the time the Commander realizes his scouts aren't coming back, it will be too dark to send more. He can't risk us seeing torchlight, and they can't search these ruins without light."
"You scare me a little," Ian says, but his voice is full of admiration.
Adam steps closer to Willow. "She's good at everything she does."
Quinn clears his throat." Maybe we should get back to the problem?"
"We can't travel at night," I say. "We need light as well. But we can leave at dawn, and-"
"They'll leave at dawn, too," Adam says. "And if they're that close already, there's no way we can outrun them. Not with children and elderly and the wagons."
"Which is why we're going to create a barrier between us," I say. "Something they can't cross."
Rachel meets my eyes, and her smile is cold and bright. "Fire."
I match her smile with one of my own. "Fire. And when the army finally gets past the blaze, we won't be where they expect, because we're leaving the main road behind."
"What are we waiting for?" Willow asks. "Let's go burn something down.
Talking to her is like coming home and finding the furniture in every room rearranged. The same pieces are there, the same sense of comfort, but nothing is exactly the where you'd expect.
What could be worse than death?"
"I am.
The truth is too harsh to touch, and I shy away from it before it sears itself into my brain and becomes real.
A muscle in the Commander's jaw jumps, and he levels his fierce glare on Willow. "You have a big mouth."
"I need a big mouth to keep up with my big brain.
I don't want to pretend that everything is black and white, that people are either all good or all bad, and that I'm the one best qualified to tell the difference.
Take the blame that belongs to you, and nothing else. I'm asking you to look it in the eye and face it for what it is.
I need you, Logan. Just you"
I tighten my grip on her tunic. "Why?"
"Because I still love you." Her voice catches. "I never stopped. I thought I had. I wanted to. But somehow .. it's like a part of you lives inside the most important part of me, and I don't know how to separate the two." Tears spill over, tracing a glistening path down her cheeks. "I love you, Logan"
Joy surges through me, brilliant and wild. I cup her face in my hands and wipe away her tears. "I love you too, Rachel. Always" And then I do my best to use the full hour I've been given to kiss her senseless.
Her skin was as white as snow, her lips as red as blood, and her long hair as black as ebony.
I'm bleeding inside where no one will see. Where no one will ever know to look.
Irina's smile disappeared. "I don't require all of the princess, huntsman." A
I'm no longer a daughter.
No longer a granddaughter.
No longer a girl with dreams. With hope.
I'm a weapon, now.
What's the use in being diplomatic? I'd rather just pull my weapon and wing it.
But being the best at everything isn't all that matters.
Sometimes having courage means the hardest tasks fall onto your shoulders, and those leave the biggest scars.
I will carefully stand guard and if anyone tries to hurt someone in the camp again, I will carefully spill their guts across the wasteland floor and carefully wait for the vultures to feast on the remains.
I'm honor-bound not to struggle with this since you just retrieved it all by yourself. Please do me the courtesy of pretending this is hard for you as well.
I ache to hear her tell me she loves me, but forcing her to put words to how she feels pushes her further into the silence she seems comfortable calling home now. I tell myself to be patient and understanding, but inside there's a longing only those words will fill, and it hurts to ignore it.
Oh no. Lorelai pulled her hand from Kol's, her skin prickling with heat from absolute humiliation. Maybe if she prayed hard enough, the forest floor would open up and swallow her. If there was any justice in the world, it would swallow Leo too.
There's always something to fight for.
Make sure the man you choose sees you as you truly are and loves you for it.
You don't go into battle because you're sure of victory. You go into battle because it's the right thing to do.
Please tell me you're not that stupid.
Rachel to Melkin
Sometimes the right thing costs us the biggest piece of ourselves, but it still has to be done.
Healing is the hardest thing you'll ever do.' ~Quinn
The princess snorted. "If you haven't figured out by now that I don't care what you think of me, let this be the lesson that sticks.
I love you best, and I'll miss you forever.
Maybe people find me charming because I am charming.
Coin didn't protect you. It didn't save you from your secrets. Only absolute power did that. He
I'm scarred, inside and out, but I'm also stronger. I've learned how to be a warrior. I've learned that hope rises out of the ashes if I let it.
Tears aren't for the people we've lost. They're for us. So we can remember, and celebrate, and miss them, and feel human.
Don't let the bad leg fool you, son. If you hurt my princess, I will be the nightmare you never see coming.
His knives are nice. Mine is better.
We should never apologize for speaking the truth, no matter how uncomfortable it might be to hear.
Of course, I believe most of the older noblemen are actually bringing their sons - only ones eligible for marriage, of course - to dance with me. The consensus seems to be that I would make a pretty good catch.
You aren't going to marry a boring nobleman's boring son.
No?
No, because if one proposes to you, he'll be eaten by morning. Dragons have very healthy appetites.
Draconi don't eat people.
I've been looking for a new hobby.
She stares at me, a tiny smile flitting across her lips, and the affection on her face makes me feel like the richest man in the world.
I love how you still think if you tell me to do something, I'll just check my brain at the door and do it.
Maybe that's what love is. Giving others the power to hurt you and trusting that they'll use it to heal you instead.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the most powerful of them all?
Sylph and Jodi return to my side, each carrying a cloth sack full of chickweed. I wrap my arm around Sylph's waist and give her a quick squeeze. "Lesson's over for today. I have something to discuss with Logan."
"Sounds serious." Jodi wiggles her brows at me.
"I think that's just Rachel for 'I need to go kiss my boy.'" Sylph laughs when I glare at her.
I smile as I walk toward her and nearly trip on a stack of haphazardly organized books.
Why don't I eve put things away around here?
It's probably my job to tell you life isn't fair, but I figure you already know that. So instead, I'll tell you that hope is precious, and you're right not to give up.
Death is an insatiable creature with greedy hands.
Remember, sometimes diplomacy is the better side of warfare."
"Dipolomacy is a lot easier to accomplish if you've got your foe on his knees hoping you don't lop off his head.
His lips twitched upward, and warmth spread through him as he said, "I can't dance."
"Dancing is for people who don't truly appreciate the buffet."
"I have nothing to wear."
"I'll find something for you."
"The nobility will gossip about you until the day you die," he said. One last attempt to talk sense into her even though he knew it was a lost cause.
"They need a new hobby anyway." She smiled at him.
Thank you for telling me fairy tales, but also for teaching me how to face the battle I'd need to win in real life.
Forget math and peotry. Especially poetry.
Gabril's voice was strong and sure. I believe in you, and I've fought for you, because in a world full of people who crumble before an evil too terrifying to comprehend, you put up your fists and fight.
No matter what has happened. No matter what you've done. No matter what you will do. I will always love you. I swear it.
I'll stall them. You go," Logan says.
Quinn frowns and looks at me.
"Ignore him. He doesn't get to play the martyr today."
"Isn't that his choice?" Quinn asks.
"Not while I'm still breathing.
I lie sleepless long after Melkin takes the first watch and press my fingers to my lips as I remember Logan leaning in, his breath fanning my face, his eyes locked on my mouth. A delicious ache pulses through me. I feel like a stranger waking up in my own skin
aware of every inch. Heat runs through my veins, both exhilarating and terrifying.
Mind over matter. Reason over pain.
His words feel like a gift I want to keep reopening when no one else is looking.