“Because if you don't choose to fight against the wrong in the world, then you are the wrong in the world.”
“She was his princess. No. She was his goddess. With her golden skin and golden hair. She was his light. His life. His everything.
He loved her more than anything else in this world.”
“But you should remember that charm opens far more doors than harsh words do.” “And a sharp ax will open every door.”
“I love you, Cleo," he said, the words finally coming to him, with no effort at all because of how true they were. "I love you so much it hurts."
Her eyes widened. "What did you just say?"
Magnus almost laughed. "I think you heard me right.”
“If every mortal looked at others as their friends, not as their enemies, the world would be a much better place, wouldn’t it?”
“Why did men always find it necessary to comment on whether or not a woman’s exterior pleased them? She knew she was beautiful. No need to constantly restate it, as if doing so would earn one points in a game.”
“What our hearts want can overtake what our minds tell us is forbidden to us. We can’t control these feelings, even if we desperately wish we could.”
“You broke it. Congratulations. You’ve just given me my sixth broken nose, and now I’m going to kill you.”
“Because if you don’t choose to fight against the wrong in the world, then you are the wrong in the world.”
“All magic comes with a price. A price that is never revealed until after the damage has been done.”
“Kurtis came to see me earlier," Magnus said, before Cleo could reply. "Do you know why?"
"To tell you I've quit archery?"
"No, but it's adorable that you think I'd care about something so trivial.”
“You are the only light I can see anymore,” he’d whispered. “And, whatever the cost, I refuse to let that light be extinguished.”
“He didn’t deserve her; he knew he didn’t. He was the Prince of Blood, the son of a monster, who said and did cruel things. Who preemptively leapt to hurt anyone before they could hurt him first. But he would show her that he could change. Magnus could change for her. She was his princess. No. She was his goddess. With her golden skin and golden hair. She was his light. His life. His everything. He loved her more than anything else in this world. Magnus”
“But I want you to know," Cleo continued, "that there is hope. And that I am living proof of that hope. Because, even though I was forced into this marriage against my will, I have come to know Prince Magnus Lukas Damora very well these last months. And one thing I've learned is that Prince Magnus is nothing like his father. Prince Magnus is brave and compassionate, and he truly wants what's just and best for this kingdom. Kindness is what makes a good king who will put the needs and rights of his people before his own desires.”
“You won't believe me, no matter what I say. Clearly there's nothing I can do or say that will change your opinion of me."
"You want everything, take all that you can get, but you give nothing back in return," Magnus snarled through clenched teeth. "Leave me.”
“I believe with all my heart, that Magnus is a worthy and superior successor to your current king. Therefore, I ask today that you reject Gaius Damora as your leader and take Prince Magnus as your new king. He will right the wrongs that have overtaken Mytica. And he will make Gaius Damora pay for all he has destroyed.”
“...in life, a man only comes to a few crossroads that can shape his future for good or bad. Sometimes one recognized these crossroads, and could stop and think about the right decision. But other times, the choice could only be seen with the clarity that came afterward.”
“I’m in love with you, you stupid arse, and I’m not losing you. Got it?” she whispered against his lips before kissing him again. Her confession had stolen his breath, so all he could do was nod. “Now, once again, how do we fix you?” she asked, when they finally parted. To”
“I’m not sure the prince was ever taught the polite way to speak to people,” Cleo replied. “And yet,” Magnus said, “you’re still following me, aren’t you?” “For now. But you should remember that charm opens far more doors than harsh words do.” “And a sharp ax will open every door.” The”
“If every mortal looks at others as their friends, not as their enemies, the world would be a much better place, wouldn't it?”
“One could get bored even with beauty when one was constantly surrounded by it.”
“After having grown up surrounded by so much manufactured beauty, Amara had come to want something different. Something that wasn't necessarily beautiful. Something imperfect, interesting, and perhaps even ugly.”
“Send me pain so I know I’m still alive. Help me continue to suffer. For if my father has already killed her, then I need to live so I can avenge her”
“Still seasick?” Milo asked. “What does it look like?” Milo laughed. “I’ll take that as a yes. I can’t believe you’ve never been to sea before.” “Believe it. Now go away and leave me to die.” “Don’t worry, it won’t be much longer now. I can see land from here.” Felix managed to raise his bloodshot eyes to see that, far in the distance, across miles upon miles of churning, open sea— His stomach flopped and gurgled. —was the edge of land. “Praise the goddess,” Felix groaned. “I think I might stay in Kraeshia forever.” “I”
“I know you didn’t grow up in a palace, but you should at least know that it’s not very smart or polite to wink at a princess, especially during a formal event,” she said. “Well, I’ve never been accused of being smart or polite before.” She regarded him for a silent moment. He was tall, and she liked the broadness of his shoulders. And despite the fact that he kept tugging at his collar, she also liked the way he filled out his fine tailored clothing. “Your nose is crooked,” she said. He touched it, then frowned. “It’s been broken a few times. Frankly, I’m lucky to still have a nose.” “It’s quite ugly.” “Um . . .” “I like it.” “Thanks?” He cleared his throat. “Is there something I can do for you, princess?” “Actually, yes.” “And what’s that?” “You can take me to your bed.” Felix”
“If Kyan learned about Lucia’s dream visit with Timotheus, he’d be furious. And since Lucia had quickly learned during their travels that the best kind of fire god was a calm fire god, she’d chosen not to speak a word of it to him. Still,”
“And since Lucia had quickly learned during tbeir travels that the best kind of fire god was a calm fire god, she'd chosen not to speak a word of it to him.”
“She kissed his forehead. “The most important changes take time and patience. But I have faith in you—more than anyone else in the whole world. You are destined for greatness, Gaius Damora. And I swear—no matter what I must do to ensure it—that greatness will be yours.”
“Princess,” King Gaius said, standing as she took a seat. “You look beautiful today.” “Thank you, your grace.” Why did men always find it necessary to comment on whether or not a woman’s exterior pleased them? She knew she was beautiful. No need to constantly restate it, as if doing so would earn one points in a game. The”
“I do not wish them [women] to have power over men; but over themselves.”
“[B]y being so long in the lowest form I gained an immense advantage over the cleverer boys. They all went on to learn Latin and Greek and splendid things like that. But I was taught English. We were considered such dunces that we could learn only English. Mr. Somervell -- a most delightful man, to whom my debt is great -- was charged with the duty of teaching the stupidest boys the most disregarded thing -- namely, to write mere English. He knew how to do it. He taught it as no one else has ever taught it. Not only did we learn English parsing thoroughly, but we also practised continually English analysis. . . Thus I got into my bones the essential structure of the ordinary British sentence -- which is a noble thing. And when in after years my schoolfellows who had won prizes and distinction for writing such beautiful Latin poetry and pithy Greek epigrams had to come down again to common English, to earn their living or make their way, I did not feel myself at any disadvantage. Naturally I am biased in favour of boys learning English. I would make them all learn English: and then I would let the clever ones learn Latin as an honour, and Greek as a treat. But the only thing I would whip them for would be not knowing English. I would whip them hard for that.”
“Socrates: So was I.
Bertha: Are you saying you're as great as him, then?
Socrates: No, no, on the contrary, I'm assuming just the opposite!”
“Nothing but God ever completely satisfies, because the soul was made for God. Don’t starve your soul.”
“It’s right he’s paying you, as you were hurt on his job, and he can well afford it. Doing so shows his character, just as fretting over it shows yours.”
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