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407 pages, Hardcover
First published December 9, 2014
Buddy reading this hot mess with the Falling Kingdoms Fantasy League:
🗡Frankie Lovely
🗡Mary, ~Ravager of Tomes~
🗡Kaylin
🗡Rachelle
🗡Jeremy
“Believe in magic.Believe in the impossible.”
“When the sorceress' blood is spilled,they will finally rise.And the world will burn.”
“Hatred is like fire.It burns the one who harnesses it.It's also extremely hard to see more helpful truths through its flames.”
“Some sought revenge against their mortal enemies with the edge of a sword. Her plan for vengeance began with the edge of a smile.”
“There is no goodness inside of me princess,so please don't waste time fantasizing that there might be.”
“We both want to embrace who we are,we both want to stop being used by others and discarded at their will.We both desperately want control over our destinies,and revenge over our enemies.”
“Everything he touched turned to ash.”
“In the shadow my father has cast over my entire life, you are the only light I can see anymore. And, whatever the cost, I refuse to let that light be extinguished.”
Cleo's cheeks flamed. "I hate you."
"Good. You should never forget your place in this palace. You continue to live only because my father doesn't yet want you dead. You have no power here. And, most especially, you have no power over me."
Magnus glanced at Cleo. She held her arms across the bodice of her rose-colored gown, which was far fancier than anything typically worn on a walk through a thick forest on a hot day. She regarded him with a silent, sour expression-not a new look for her by any means.
“And why are you here?” he asked her.
“I want to help,” she replied.
“Oh, yes. So helpful.”
Some sought revenge against their mortal enemies with the edge of a sword. Her plan for vengeance began with the edge of a smile.
“I think that you hate your father. You hate him almost as much as I do.”
It took him a moment to realize he’d stopped breathing. “And what difference would it make if you’re right?” he finally managed.
“All the difference in the world.”
Cleo's cheeks flamed. "I hate you."
"Good. You should never forget your place in this palace. You continue to live only because my father doesn't yet want you dead. You have no power here. And, most especially, you have no power over me."
This princess, who looked at him tonight with hope rather than hate shining in her eyes...if he let her, she could destroy him.
“Hatred is like fire. It burns the one who harnesses it. It's also extremely hard to see more helpful truths through its flames.”
“You want to know why I did what I did?" His dark brows drew together as if he were only now allowing himself to consider this question. "It's fairly simple, actually. It's because, without your bravery in the face of all that's happened to you, without your constant scheming behind my back, without that fire of hatred and contempt and hope in your eyes when you look at me..." He hissed out a breath. "In the shadow my father has cast over my entire life, you are the only light I can see anymore. And, whatever the cost, I refuse to let that light be extinguished.”
This boy who had saved her life, who was cruel and kind, strong and weak. Who was selfish and selfless all at once.
Some sought revenge against their mortal enemies with the edge of a sword. Her plan for vengeance began with the edge of a smile.