“A small cup of the deceivingly cheerful cherry-red syrup”
“That’s when I realized that Heaven doesn’t exist in another place, and neither does Hell. It’s all here on Earth. We live them both, right here with one another. It’s just that sometimes we have to go through Hell to get to Heaven.”
“I am very sorry, sir, but I cannot give you the Windsor crown,” Rita said calmly. “I do not have it, and even if I did, it is not mine to give away.”
“I don’t know if you heard me correctly,” the sergeant repeated, his words falling like bricks. “I said, hand it over.”
Rita smiled serenely and stood, holding her thin hands clasped in front of her. Nora glanced up at her, a worried look in her eyes.
“Quite possibly it was you who did not understand my reply. I said, I am very sorry, but I am afraid I cannot give you the crown. But I can offer you a nice cup of tea, and I just baked a batch of cheddar scones.”
A muffled snicker went through the room. I could even see Wesley, who stood by the door, trying not to smile.”
“He wanted me to believe in something. I believe in plenty of things, I thought with a bitter smile. I believed that I was going to die tomorrow.”
“Era un consuelo pensar que, a pesar de lo mucho que había cambiado el mundo, las estrellas seguían siendo las mismas.”
“-That's when I realized that Heaven doesn't exist in another place, and neither does Hell. It's all here on Earth. We live them both right here with one another. It's just sometimes we have to go through Hell to get to Heaven. - Eoghan (The Last Princess - page 255)”
“¿En qué clase de mundo vivimos, que te deja amar tanto a alguien y luego te lo arrebata para siempre? Entonces comprendí que el cielo no existe en otra parte, y tampoco el infierno. Están en la tierra. Los tenemos aquí mismo, en nuestra vida común. Solo que a veces tenemos que atravesar un infierno para llegar al cielo.”
“Decía la leyenda que si los cuervos abandonaban la torre, la corona caería e Inglaterra con ella.”
“Move quickly and don’t say anything,” Wesley ordered as he pushed me forward. The steel wire fence of the Death Camps rose up sharply in the light of the moon. I stopped, whirling around to face him.
“How can you live with yourself, working for this army?” I asked in a trembling voice, staring deep into his eyes. “If you’re going to kill me, go ahead and do it now.”
He pushed me forward. “Didn’t you hear me?” he hissed. “I said, don’t speak. Keep walking.” The moonlight fell across his angular cheekbones and lit up the dark hollows of his eyes.
We had passed the camps and were now walking down the dark field toward a windowless brick building. “Where are you taking me?” I said through clenched teeth.
He pulled me to a stop and began to untie the rope binding my wrists.
“You’re not taking me to the camps?” My voice was filled with confusion.
He took a second gun from his uniform and placed it in my palm. “Do you know how to shoot?”
“Yes.”
“There’s a full round in there. Don’t let go of it. If we get separated, if the Roamers get you, just shoot them. Don’t hesitate or they’ll kill you first.”
I nodded mechanically and wrapped my fingers around the grip, wincing at the pain as I placed my finger experimentally on the trigger.
“I’m taking you somewhere safe, but we have to go through the woods to get there,” Wesley went on. “And we need to be quiet and careful. If I’m caught helping you, we’ll both be killed.”
I raised my eyes to his. I wanted to trust him, but what if this was just an elaborate trap? “Why are you helping me?” I asked.
He looked toward the Death Camps in the distance. “You’re not the only person here with something to hide, Eliza.”
“Do you think there really is a Heaven?” Jamie asked, his small voice floating up into the darkness.
I lay still, afraid to answer, because I wasn’t sure.
“Yes, Jamie,” Mary said. “And tomorrow we’ll see Mum and Dad.”
“And Bella,” I added. “She’ll bark the second she sees you.”
Jamie giggled. To laugh at our own death seemed strange, but it was all we could do.”
“The sound of my real name made me freeze. An owl hooted overhead, perched like a statue on the limp of a tree. Everything was in slow motion, as though time had come unhinged.
“You know who I am,” I said, but my voice was scarcely audible. The night air chilled my skin. It was so dark I almost couldn’t see Wesley in front of me.
“Yes.”
“Does anyone else know?”
“Not that I know of.”
I stumbled back a step. “How? When…?” I shook my head before asking the question that had plagued me for weeks. “Why did you let me escape that night in the palace?”
He nodded, as if he had expected this. “I looked in your eyes, and…I just couldn’t do it.” He paused, fumbling for words. “Please trust me.”
I thought about the times he’d been alone with me, with a weapon, when I’d been unarmed. If he’d wanted to kill me, he would have done it by now. Finally I nodded. “Where are we going?” I asked, still dazed, as we walked together back toward the center of camp.
“You’ll see,” he said somberly.”
“What had been the purpose of my too-short like? I had been a daughter, a sister, a friend. Was that enough? My mother always said the most important thing in life was to love and be loved. I had done both.
“Come along.” I felt the guard nudge me forward.
“Wait.” I steadied myself enough to slip my feet out of my shoes, stepping onto the dewy grass, which felt soft and prickly at the same time. I needed to feel the grass beneath my feet one last time.
“I want to run,” Jamie said, is voice rising hopefully. “Please.”
“No running,” the guard responded sternly.
“Please let him,” Mary pleaded. “He’s been ill his whole life, until now.”
I heard the second guard shuffle his feet and whisper something to the first. I wished I could see their faces. “All right,” the first guard reluctantly agreed. “Three minutes. We’ll take off your blindfold so you don’t trip,” he added gruffly.
I couldn’t see Jamie, but I heard the patter of his feet, the joy in his voice as he cried out in happiness. Moved, the soldiers let him play for much longer than three minutes. And for once in his life, Jamie got to run outside like a normal boy, as the rain fell harder and the Tower chimed the hour of our execution.”
“Помню, я думал: что же это за мир, где любишь кого-то, а потом навсегда теряешь? Вот тогда я понял, что нет ни небес, ни ада. Все это здесь, на земле. И иногда приходится пройти через ад, чтобы добраться до неба.”
“Did you read the Peter Rabbit books when you were young?” I asked. “That’s what this place reminds me of--the Rabbits’ burrow.”
“I’m glad.” He began to smile. I realized it was the first time I had ever seen him smile.
“You look different when you smile,” I said softly.
His eyes caught mine, resting on them for a moment before looking down at my bloody hands. “Come here.” He gestured for me to sit on the carpet in front of the fireplace.
“This is going to sting, but it’s the only way to clean out those cuts.” He poured salt into the now-hot water and crouched down behind me, reaching around to circle my wrists and lower my hands slowly into the pot. I gasped at the shock. I closed my eyes and tried to shut out the pain. As the clear water reddened with blood and the bits of glass and metal loosened from my skin, I began to feel acutely aware of Wesley, still kneeling there behind me, his breath tickling my ear.
He stood up abruptly. “Stay here. I’m going to see if I can find us anything to eat.”
“Wesley pulled me into his arms, wrapping me in a cocoon of warmth. “It’s late,” he said. “You should get some sleep. Take the bedroom--I can sleep here.” He gestured to the sofa.
I nodded, but didn’t want him to let go of me. “Come with me?”
He stood and led me into the bedroom. I lay down under the covers, still in my uniform, pulling him down with me. He placed the lantern on the bedside table, turning the wick low so the room went dark. He wrapped his arms protectively around my waist as he settled in. His skin smelled sweet and fresh, like water. I closed my eyes, pretending for a moment that this could last, that we could always be like this, together in the warmth of this tiny cottage in the middle of a poisoned forest.”
“You love the feel of me”
“Reality isn't what it used to be.”
“nobody means to get carried away in mediocrity, but it happens, it happens unless you think about everything you do, unless you make every choice the best one you know how to make.”
“Dying in your arms sounds like bliss to me.”
“Finally, Grom shakes his head. "She's a Half-Breed, Galen."
Mom's head snaps toward him. "She's my daughter," she says slowly. She pulls herself from his lap and stands over him, hands on hips. Oh, he's in serious shiznit now. And I can't help but feel elated about it."Are you saying my daughter's not good enough for your brother?"
Yeah, Grom, are you? Huh, huh are you?
Grom sighs, the triviality in his expression softening into something else. "Nalia, love-"
"Don't you 'Nalia, love' me." Mom crosses her arms”
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