Oathbound

Human beings deny other human beings’ humanity and call that power.

And if I want to burn it all to the ground?” His answer is a quick grin against my lips. “My blade is yours.

But here we stand and here we are. A king, a knight...and a prince." "What...shall...we...do?

Cowardice and bigotry don’t have to have faces. Their actions speak loudly enough.

I could lose my entire soul…and still never forget you.

Greedy men collect what they cannot understand, and weak men destroy what they cannot control.

Kissing you is like touching the sky, like touching the horizon. God, Bree, it’ s even like touching the—” “The fall,” I whisper. “Not just standing at the edge, but going over. All of it.

Sometimes you need another voice to press itself into you and remind you that you ’re right to say the scary thing, even if that scary thing is absolutely true.

I knew you could grieve dead people,” I whisper “Guess I didn’t realize you could grieve living people too.

These flowers take faith, Bree. Even when we can't see their progres, even when we forget they're growing, they bloom. And they are worth the wait.

I want you whole.” His next kiss is a promise that leaves me trembling. “I want you entire.

I will build you into a girl whom no one can destroy. You won’t need a weapon. You’ll become one.

Guilt and shame won’t help me here. They arrest motion, and now is the time to act.

Even when you choose yourself, you turn hope into something tangible for the rest of us. Even when you choose not to fight, you turn the tide. If you ask me, that right there is the soul of a king.

Because,” I murmur, “once you lose everyone…fear loses its advantage.

You crave her, which means you cannot be the one to heal her.

You aren’t a failure!” I say. He smiles, harsh and slow. “And how would you know that, gorgeous girl? How could you ever understand what failure looks like? What it means to fall?

But someone once told me that while we know ourselves best, we don’t always know what we ’re capable of doing or becoming.

You’re Bree Matthews, baby. You can do anything.

And while I have lost my faith in the world…I never lose faith in her.

Hey,” he interrupts, tapping my knee. “Not everyone needs to be Bree. Half the time, I’m not even sure Bree needs to be Bree.” He shakes his head. “This ain’t a Bree Matthews–ass mission. You can’t go in and blow the place up, then apologize later.

Six months ago, my mother was still alive and I didn’t know what death looked like. Now I know what it sounds like.

Some oaths, Briana,” Erebus murmurs, “we make to ourselves. And to no one else.

Only a king may teach a king.

I just told you that my father is not only evil but one of the world’ s most ancient evils, in service to the being that devoured part of your soul, and all you’ve got is ‘wow’?” He shakes his head. “This generation is doomed, I swear.

The ones we love don’t think in those terms. They give us grace when we fall.…” “So that we can rise

The women around me are all in the business of throwing themselves at the wall, again and again, until it breaks—or molds itself in their images. It’s a type of impatient living that I’ve never dared try.

I don’t need to do anything!” he snarls, stepping forward. “I only need her.

no one dead or alive can control Briana Matthews.

The Legendborn cycle saves human lives while destroying them in the same breath.