Furyborn

We all have darkness inside us, Rielle,” he said, his voice rough. “That is what it means to be human.

I fear no darkness I fear no night I ask the shadows To aid my fight

Some say the Queen was frightened in her last moments. But I like to think that she was angry.

People like us don’t fight for our own hope,” he said quietly. “We fight for everyone else’s.

She was night itself reborn on earth, a queen swathed in shadows.

Dread,” he murmured, his breath caressing her cheek, “is only a feeling, easily squashed. But wolves, my dear, have teeth.

From sky to sky From sea to sea Steady so I stand And never will I flee.

Perhaps if nothing else, what’s happened has taught you that there is more to life - and even to war - than simply staying alive.

We live in a world where good kings die and those foolish enough to hope for something better are killed where they stand.

Do you even remember how many people you've killed, Eliana?" … "Eighty-seven," she whispered as the gunshots continued. "Eighty-eight. Eighty-nine.

A sword forged true in hammer and flame Flies sure and swift A heart forged in battle and strife Cuts deeper than any blade

What are you? - Rahzavel I am your doom. - Eliana

You touch me and I burn

My name, said the voice, is Corien.

Revolutions mean nothing if their soldiers forget to care for the people they’re fighting to save,

If there is a wickedness inside of you, Rielle," Audric said hoarsely, his lips in her hair, "then I shall treasure it as I do every other part of you.

Here, my lady. I’ll help you back to bed and send for some tea. And a cinnamon cake, perhaps?” Rielle leaned heavily into Evyline’s broad body. “Perhaps three cakes would do the trick.” “Three cakes are, generally speaking, much more effective than one, my lady.” Rielle’s smile was faint and brought prickling tears to her eyes. “Bless you, Evyline. I’ve taught you well.

As I understand it,” Ludivine replied wryly, “kissing involves not just one person, but two. If there is blame to be placed, it isn’t only for you to bear.

She curtsied before the king, the shadow of Saint Katell falling like a sword across her neck.

I do not break or bend I cannot be silenced I am everywhere

I don’t know how to both love you and be the person who sends you to war.

We are all of us dark creatures, but if we linger in those shadows, we’ll be lost. Instead we must seek the light when we can.

My, my," he murmured, his blue eyes flashing with unbridled glee. "Never have I seen the Dread struck so speechless. You know how to make a man feel good, I must say.

Have you always been this unspeakably irritating?” “Has your face always looked so temptingly carvable?

I fear no darkness. I fear no night. I ask the shadows to aid my fight.

The empirium lies within every living thing, and every living thing is of the empirium. Its power connects not only flesh to bone, root to earth, stars to sky, but also road to road, city to city. Moment to moment.

That’s what friends are for: to do the thinking for you when your own mind’s gone fogged.

They called her the Dread, not knowing that beneath the mask and cloack and painted-on smile, she was simply a girl. A girl with a heart that burned for blood.

If I am not a monster, then what excuse do I have for the things I've done?