A Vow So Bold and Deadly

I’m confident in my strengths, but that doesn’t mean I don’t think about my weaknesses.

Don't yield to her," I whisper. "Don't even yield to the memory of her." He draws back a little, just enough so I can meet his eyes. "Don't yield to me either," I say, and have to swallow past the sudden emotion in my throat. "Yield to yourself. Yield to forgiveness. Yield to happiness. Yield to this moment. It's not hers. It's yours. It's mine. It's ours.

I will come back to you." I hooked my fingers in his armor before he could pull away. "Your word?" He smiled, took my hand, and kissed my fingertips. "My vow.

One poor choice shouldn't undo a thousand good ones.

I know trust is not something you win once, but is instead something you must earn over and over again.

I often find comfort in the thought that fate has already drawn a path beyond what seems impossible.

I would have given you ten times as much.” I think of the moment Harper plunged a dagger into Lilith’s chest. I have to put a hand against my midsection to shake off the sudden emotion. “For Harper, I would have given you everything.

Knowledge should not be greeted with scorn.

Jake glances over. “Penny for your thoughts.” “We don’t have pennies here, Jake.” “Whatever.

Have we spent so long seeing each others vulnerabilities that we forgot each others strenghts?

trust is not something you win once, but is instead something you must earn over and over again.

not every interaction is a challenge that I must win.

...trust is not something you win once, but is instead something you must earn over and over again.

Harper’s eyes narrow, and she looks at Nolla Verin. “Oh right. I remember you. You were trying to hook up with Rhen.” Nolla Verin doesn’t move. “I am glad I did not,” she scoffs, “if the prince and his people were so easily overcome by this enchantress, our forces will surely—” Harper drops the shawl and surges to her feet, her hand going to the dagger on her thigh. Nolla Verin draws a blade. “Enough.” I stand and put a hand up between the two of them. Harper is unsteady on her feet, but she looks ready to take on Nolla Verin barehanded if she has to. “Please don’t destroy my infirmary,” calls Noah, and both girls go still.

Yield to yourself. Yield to forgiveness. Yield to happiness. Yield to this moment. It’s not hers. It’s yours. It’s mine. It’s ours.

How can you ask them to fight for you when you won’t fight for yourself?

I forget that the world can narrow down to two people, a moment of vulnerability and trust. To a moment of love that seems to outshine the rest.

Grey clasps my hand, his grip tight. “You and me, Brother. For the good of all.

One poor choice shouldn’t undo a thousand good ones.

Her heart, Your Highness," Lilith whispers. "As promised.

I’d forgotten he could look like that. I’d forgotten he could be like that.

I forget that he can strike a match with his kiss and turn my insides into a bonfire.

He did what he did to protect Emberfall. Rhen’s first obligation is his people—

Happiness--is that what this is? The word doesn't feel strong enough. I forget, so often, that the most powerful moments in my life rarely end up being about my kingdom, or a war, or about even my subjects. I forget that the world can narrow down to two people, a moment of vulnerability and trust. To a moment of love that seems to outshine the rest.