Legendary

Every good story needs a villain. But the best villains are the ones you secretly like.

Every story has four parts - the beginning, the middle, the almost ending, and the true ending.

Not everyone gets a true ending. There are two types of endings because most people give up at the part of the story where things are the worst, where the situation feels hopeless. But that’s when hope is needed most. only those who persevere can find their true ending.

So,’ she said cautiously, 'is all this your way of telling me you’re the villain?’ His chuckle was dark. 'I’m definitely not the hero.’ 'I already knew that,’ Tella said. 'It’s my story, so clearly I’m the hero.

Gold shimmered no matter what, but few people could make darkness glitter the way he did.

If you can convince yourself it's true, you can convince anyone.

Her heart was still a little heavy, but she'd decided carrying it around would only maker her stronger.

His mouth was crashing against hers. He tasted like exquisite nightmares and stolen dreams, like the wings of fallen angels, and bottles of fresh moonlight.

Tella was the sister who would destroy the world if anything happened to Scarlett, but Scarlett’s world would be destroyed if anything happened to Tella.

You're the starlight to his darkness, and if you feel the same about him, you should give him another chance.

This was why love was so dangerous. Love turn the whole world into a garden, so beguiling it was easy to forget that rose petals were as ephemeral as feelings, eventually they would wilt and die, leaving nothing but the thorns.

Legends were supposed to be better than the truth.

What's so dangerous about my arms?' he murmured. 'For me, everything.

She loved the feeling of doing something bold enough to make her future hold its breath while she closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation that she’d made a choice with the power to alter the course of her life.

Dante had wings. And, holy mother of saints, they were beautiful-soulless jet-black with midnight-blue veins, the color of lost wishes and fallen stardust.

When she loved, she did it as fiercely as she lived.

For it was also said the Prince Of Hearts was not capable of love because his heart had stopped beating long ago. Only one person could make it beat again: his one true love. They said his kiss had been fatal to all but her - his only weakness - and as he’d sought her, he’d let a trail of corpses.

The air tasted like wonder. Like candied butterfly wings caught in sugared spiderwebs, and drunken peaches coated in luck.

It was the sort of kiss she could have lived in. The sort of kiss worth dying for.

There were many beautiful young men in the world, but Tella believed that none of them could be trusted with something as fragile, or valuable, as a heart.

Invite the lie to play until you become so comfortable with it that it feels like the truth.

She tried to smile then. She was finally the hero. All it had cost her was everything.

He looked like a freshly woken storm, or a beautiful nightmare come to life so he could personally haunt her.

Saying something was for someone else’s own good was almost always another way of justifying something wrong.

...judging her based on a moment like that is the same as reading one page from a book and assuming you know the whole story.

...most people give up at the part of the story where things are the worst, where the situation feels hopeless. But that's when hope is needed most.

Arrogant. Overconfident. Vain. Impossible. She hated the way he refused to leave her alone, how he took her insults the same way other boys might take a compliment, and that his interest in her was clearly only part of his role. And yet she could never seem to push him away.

The Prince of Hearts. A symbol of unrequited love and irrevocable mistakes that never ceased to fill Tella with both dread and morbid bewitchment.

The air was full of salt and secrets.