The Queen of All that Dies

Once upon a time we were innocent, and then we were not.

It should never have been this way. My comrades turning on me, my enemies saving me. But worst of all, I should never have felt anything other than hatred for this man, the king, Definitely not this, this warmth that thaws my soul. I stare into the king's eyes. I am Isolde, I am Juliet, I am Guinevere. I am every one of those idiots because I've fallen for the king.

You were able to kill him,” Will said. You, a girl. That’s what he meant. Like owning a vagina made me inferior in some fundamental way.

I'm many things, and the least impressive of them is lovely.

You want to see compassion? Fine." I take the hand pressed against my shoulders and kiss his knuckles. "I've now kissed the hand of my mother's killer." Before he has time to react to my chaste kiss, I bring my other hand up and slap him. His head whips to the side. "I'm also a vindictive bitch," I say.

What you choose to do with all that anger is your business. But you can’t control the world; someone will always be there to wrong you. It’s your choice to let it go.

I know I’m someone powerful, someone dangerous. A grim smile tugs at my lips despite my current circumstances. I know I’m not afraid of pain or death. And these men and women? They should be afraid of me. Because whoever I am, I am violent, and I will be having my revenge.

Yellow?” The king’s eyebrows nudge up. “What, you thought I’d like the color of spilled blood or something?” He tips his head back as he weighs my words. “Yeah, I kind of did.

I stare into the king’s eyes. I am Isolde, I am Juliet, I am Guinevere. I am every one of those idiots because I’ve fallen for the king.

He still doesn’t seem to understand that repairing that which he broke doesn’t make it new again. It makes it scarred

There was a time when obesity was the losing battle our people faced. Not so anymore. As soon as food became scarce, curves became coveted.

Attraction and chemistry don't follow any logical rules. You're not the prettiest girl I've ever met, nor the smartest, nor the funniest. But you are the girl I've altered a peace treaty for, and you are the girl I'm spending the evening with.

You can dress up a pig, but it’s still a pig.

His eyes slink over me. "I forgot to tell you- you look lovely." Lovely. I want to laugh at his words. "You shouldn't have bothered with the compliment," I say, "I'm many things, and the least impressive of them is lovely." .... Lovely. What a load of bullshit.

You, a girl. That’s what he meant. Like owning a vagina made me inferior in some fundamental way.

you can’t control the world; someone will always be there to wrong you. It’s your choice to let it go. Only you can decide the woman you want to be.” It’s

was more likely to punch someone in the face than I was reasoning with them.

I'm a recovering monster that cares about another soulless creature.