Chiara Cilli Quotes

The sword in her right hand appeared quiet and, in a split second, she pierced his chest from side to side. Her eyes were different, darker, with black scales. A gush of blood came from the mouth of Andrer, which looked at her. She could not decipher his expression. The sword dissolved and the boy fell to the ground. Morwen knelt beside him.
They lost blood. The bond was broken.

«But who are you?» he asked softly, now powerless.
IIn a moment she kneeled in front of the Prince. She brought her lips to his ear, emitting a little laugh. «My name is Deshre.»
A powerful punch struck Galadir, knocking him out.
«And you'll be a wonderful hobby for me, Prince.»

And she. So beautiful. So terrifying. So... prohibited. He felt she was too superior for him.

The woman had followed every single move of the Prince's fingers on her hand and felt very fine when the guy put them on the paper. What she felt was unknown to her, a whole new sensation.
And dangerous.
It was desire. She wanted Galadir, but in a horrible and disgusting way.

Morwen had perceived Galadir's lips over every body part and it was like tearing the flesh slowly and savor every muscular fiber. Savoring the man's skin was like drinking a river of blood. But then the blood and flesh were missing. There was only him.

It was an unexpected kiss and terribly poignant, because in it there wasn't a promise of love but a farewell.
Morwen felt the salty tears slide down the sides of the cheeks, while her lips moved in unison with those of Galadir. The Prince was holding her close, stroking her black hair. He wanted to keep her for life. He wished that moment would last forever, but it was too late.

I've found her, she is how the story tells. Black hair, pale skin, perfect body. And her eyes, oh, her eyes! She hurts with her eyes. I saw her at the School. Two pink diamonds. It's she, I perceive the fire. I finally found the Maid of Flames.