Heritage

Frine gestured toward her. 'This new power of yours is dangerous, Kara.' She shrugged. 'These are dangerous times.

He’d never wanted a woman as much as he wanted Kara, and he was prepared to spend forever with her if she wanted that as well. - Braeden

Your race doesn’t define you. -Richard

We’re vagabonds. We value freedom. -Kara

It’s like you said all those months ago—people expect the Vagabond to be a hero. I have to act like one. -Kara

This was home. Ourea was home. And as tired as she was of fighting, she would kill to protect that.

I almost let him die. I did. I’m not proud of that now. It was a mistake. But when all you can think of is revenge, you don’t think straight. I haven’t for a long time. I’ve plotted and manipulated and stolen to get what I want, and it’s cost me everything. When I lost my mother, I lost a bit of myself to the hatred. It clouded my judgment. I couldn’t think straight anymore, and I lost both my father and brother because of it. I lost the love of my life. I lost the respect of my fellow Bloods. I lost control over you. By using deception to get my revenge, I lost everything, Kara. I lost everything that ever used to matter to me. - Blood Gavin

Many of the vagabonds found me. They despise the way the war is being handled. They see the way your agendas inhibit progress but had no way to let their voice be heard. I gave them a way.-Kara

He isn’t fighting for you. He’s fighting for Ourea. For yakona. For everything that lives within a lichgate. - Kara

She grinned and inched closer. He became an blur, but she wanted to savor every bit of him—the oaky musk of his cologne, the sparks his warm touch shot through her.

He pouted—full on pouted. A prince. Pouting. - Kara, re: Braeden

What are you?” he [Blood Carden] asked, his red eyes wide. “Efficient,” Kara answered.

The modest acknowledge their mistakes. The wise both confess to their failures and vow to never repeat them. But it takes a strong warrior to forgive herself as well.