The Mirror King

Reasons we should get married: Because I love you. We both look good in black boots. I spent some time without you, and I didn’t like it. You make me happy. I make you laugh. I like the way you fight. You see through my masks. I really love you. You love me, too. (Though you’ve mostly said this while yelling, so perhaps I should have double-checked.) Army of tiny vigilantes. (I have name ideas.) Various political reasons that make sense but don’t fit with the theme of this list. I’m holding your handwriting hostage. You can have it back when you say yes.

No matter the masks we wear, we always end up together.

Mirrors are both truth-speakers and liars.

There's this truth about mirrors. It's inescapable. But they can lie, too. They can distort the truth, even hide the truth. They create illusion.

Sometimes we hate others for the things we hate in ourselves

Do you know how hard it is to climb over a roof while wearing a gown?" A sly smile welled up in the corner of his mouth. "None of the court ladies will loan me a gown to try.

I'm not trying to rescue you, but I am trying to help you succeed. There's a difference.

The prince's blood was on my hands.

The best mask is a face no one will remember

You don’t know what I am, anymore. You cannot fathom what I’ve endured. Don’t imagine you’ve tamed me.

Not even the strongest could defend against everything. Not forever.

Imagine what could happen if we stopped fighting each other and started fighting our enemies. You and me together.

Maybe my descendants will make better choices where I failed." "Your descendants? Are you planning on having a lot of descendants?" "One day I'd like a whole army of tiny vigilantes." "A worthy goal.

He smiles now, in spite of everything." She hesitated and dropped her voice. "He smiles at you.

It isn't easy to trust or be close to someone when the person I love won't even follow his own heart.

Fear doesn't excuse a hundred years of oppression and abuse.

Would dream-me threaten to split you from stomach to sternum only a day after healing you from a similar injury?" He gave a soft snort. "Yes. Absolutely.

Now the words are on paper and I can't take them back. Sometimes I hate ink. Its so permanent.

Sometimes we hate others for the things we hate in ourselves.” He

It is human nature to avoid what makes us uncomfortable.

I do trust you." I bumped my elbow against his, a pathetic attempt at levity, but he caught me, turned me, and held me in place. We stood dangerously close. "It's myself I don't always trust," I whispered. "That's strange." He released my arm and took a step backward. "I trust you, but I don't always trust myself.

Yours is the face that matters most. So yours is the one I wear. My unconscious reflection of you.

If you think that trusting someone—allowing them to help you by performing their own duties honorably—somehow makes you less, then it might be time to reexamine yourself. Start asking why you need to do everything. How can you really be close to someone if you never let them in?” “Forgive

Mirrors are both truth-speakers and liars: a contradiction made of glass and shiny backing.

I hugged both of them. Melanie for the friends we'd lost. And James for the hope he still carried.

There’s this truth about mirrors. It’s inescapable. But they can lie, too. They can distort the truth, even hide the truth. They create illusion.” Like

I miss it," she said. "That certainty of knowing we were right and we would take bake our kingdom because of our rightness - that was comforting. Now everything seems so gray.

But the Indigo Kingdom conquered Aecor during the One-Night War. It belongs to me, and to my uncle, as much as I want you to have your kingdom, we both must wait." "Until when? Until the barrier is built? Until the wraith has flooded the Indigo Valley? Until there is nowhere to go but Aecor? I imagine my kingdom will be very useful to you then.