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After having grown up surrounded by so much manufactured beauty, Amara had come to want something different. Something that wasn't necessarily beautiful. Something imperfect, interesting, and perhaps even ugly.

All magic comes with a price. A price that is never revealed until after the damage has been done.

Believe in magic. Believe in the impossible

But before she could speak another word, he crushed his mouth against hers. It was so unexpected that she hadn't the chance to even think of pushing him away. His body pressed her firmly against the rough cave wall. His hands slid down to her waist to pull her closer to him. And just like that, with his proximity, with his kiss, he managed to fill her every sense. He was smoke from the campfire, he was leaves and moss and the night itself. There was nothing gentle in the rebel's kiss, nothing sweet or kind. It was like nothing she'd ever experience before, and so very dangerous—every bit as deadly as the kiss of an arrow. Finally, he pulled back just a little, his dark eyes glazed as if half drunk. "Princess..." He cupped her face between his hands, his breath ragged. Her lips felt bruised. "I suppose that's how Paelsians show their anger and frustration?

But I want you to know," Cleo continued, "that there is hope. And that I am living proof of that hope. Because, even though I was forced into this marriage against my will, I have come to know Prince Magnus Lukas Damora very well these last months. And one thing I've learned is that Prince Magnus is nothing like his father. Prince Magnus is brave and compassionate, and he truly wants what's just and best for this kingdom. Kindness is what makes a good king who will put the needs and rights of his people before his own desires.

Darkness became her world...

Even in the darkest and most cruel person, there is still a kernel of good. and within the most perfect champion, there is also darkness. The question is, will one give into the dark or the light?

Even paradise could become a prison if one had enough time to take notice of the walls.

Evil is a choice one makes, not a natural state of being.

For ten thousand centimos, I’m tempted to turn you in myself,”Brion said. Jonas snorted uneasily.“For ten thousand centimos, I’m tempted to turn myself in.

Hate is a strong emotion. Much more stronger than indifference. But those who burn with hate can also love just as intensely.

Hate is such a strong emotion. Much more powerful than indifference. But those who burn with hate can also love just as intensely. Can't they? When you hate--or love--do you do so with all your heart? So much that it feels as if you might die from it?

Hatred is like fire. It burns the one who harnesses it. It's also extremely hard to see more helpful truths through its flames.

how stupid to abandon something I loved because someone I loved abandoned me.

I believe in magic. In evil sorceresses who deep down are really beautiful princesses. I believe in immortals who live in a different world than this one, accessible by magical stone wheels.

I believe we make our own destinies, every last one of us.

I believe with all my heart, that Magnus is a worthy and superior successor to your current king. Therefore, I ask today that you reject Gaius Damora as your leader and take Prince Magnus as your new king. He will right the wrongs that have overtaken Mytica. And he will make Gaius Damora pay for all he has destroyed.

Darkness will always try to extinguish the light. The light will always try to repress the darkness.

If every mortal looks at others as their friends, not as their enemies, the world would be a much better place, wouldn't it?

If I'm to die a mortal, why shouldn't the same fate be given to all, no matter how long they've lived or how important they think they are? All things must eventually come to an end.

I haven't believed in magic because I don't believe in anything that I haven't seen with my own eyes. Therefore, I must go to Paelsia as soon as I can and learn the truth for myself

I have stories. But stories are not facts.' 'I like stories. Love them, actually. Most of the time they're better than facts.

I love you, Cleo," he said, the words finally coming to him, with no effort at all because of how true they were. "I love you so much it hurts." Her eyes widened. "What did you just say?" Magnus almost laughed. "I think you heard me right.

I'm going to continue keeping an eye on him, Becca said. If he does anything shady, I'll report back. I swear I won't let anything bad happen to you if I can help it. He nodded as he collected the copper box and began to follow after Barnabas. The feeling is entirely mutual, Becca Hatcher.

...in life, a man only comes to a few crossroads that can shape his future for good or bad. Sometimes one recognized these crossroads, and could stop and think about the right decision. But other times, the choice could only be seen with the clarity that came afterward.

I think most are too afraid to see the truth.

I've found rumors have much in common with feathers. It's rare that either holds much weight.

I've found that in my life that love and attraction can take many forms. And if one is open to unexpected possibilities, there are no boundaries.

Later, they also found a camp of outlaws who, when offered the chance to join the rebel ranks, unsheathed their daggers and threatened to cut the three into tiny, bloody pieces and eat them for dinner. They too that as a firm no.

Love is stronger than anger. Love is stronger than hate - stronger than anything.

Magic will find those with pure hearts, even when all seems lost. And love is the greatest magic of all.

Magic will find those with pure hearts, even when all seems lost.

Magic will find those with pure heats, even when all seems lost. And love is the greatest magic of all. I know this to be true.

Magnus had come to a horrible realization. One that he knew would cause him nothing but pain and suffering from that day forward. But there was no changing the truth of it. He had fallen in love with her.

Magnus loved you. He fought for you. He defied me again and again in order to save you, even if it meant his own destruction. He was worthy of you in a way that I was never worthy of Elena. I see that now. And for that alone, you must survive this, Cleiona Bellos.

Murderous thieves make their home here." She failed to keep the tremor from her voice. "Absolutely," Jonas replied. "Dangerous animals too." "Without a doubt." She slanted a look toward him. "Perfect place for you." He repressed a snort. "Oh, such compliments, your highness. You're going to make me blush.

One could get bored even with beauty when one was constantly surrounded by it.

One day, he'd force Isabelle Grayson to eat every last one of her words, as if they were ingredients in a rancid soufflé.

Our scars are like the rings in a tree trunk, showing its progress through life. How we heal and move forward through adversity . . . that is what makes the difference.

She could think of no other reason for this boy to continue to visit her if not to use her in some way.

She was his princess. No. She was his goddess. With her golden skin and golden hair. She was his light. His life. His everything. He loved her more than anything else in this world.

Sometimes that small glimmer of inner strength is all that we have to help us press forward through the darkness.

Sometimes, to regain sanity, one had to acknowledge and embrace the madness.

Sometimes you don't realize how strong you are until you're tested

Some victories didn't taste as sweet as they should

Tears aren't just for babies. They're proof that you feel something and aren't afraid to show it. It's those that won't ever allow themselves to cry that are the weak ones.

There was no hope in death, only an end.

You must continue to believe with all your heart. Sometimes belief is all it takes to make something real.