Do you really want to know why you lost?โ I asked. โDo you really have an answer?โ he countered. โYou need to get off your horse and run with your men. You donโt have the stamina for a long fight. And find a lighter sword.โ โBut it was my uncleโs.โ โYouโre not your uncle.โ โBut Iโm the King, and this is the Kingโs sword,โ Cahil said. His brows creased together. He seemed confused. โSo wear it to your coronation,โ I said. โIf you use it in battle, youโll be wearing it to your funeral,โ I said.
Maria V. SnyderI found Esauโs field guide at the bottom of my pack. Taking a candle into the bedroom, I read his book until my eyes grew heavy. From his vast notes, it seemed that almost every plant and tree in the jungle had a reason for existing. I caught myself wishing there was a page in his guide that had my picture on it with the reason for my existence written underneath in Esauโs neat hand.
Maria V. SnyderLife is like molten glass. It flows, it's flexible, it can be molded and shaped and...what do you say? Ah, yes. It holds vast potential. You have a number of uncertainties in your melt right now. But they will always be there in one form or another. Always. Unlike molten glass, life can't be fixed or frozen into a pretty vase and placed on a shelf to gather dust.
Maria V. SnyderI do know I felt as if my heart had been shredded when I found you in our storeroom, unconscious and bleeding. And leaving you with Vinco in the holding cells was the hardest thing I've ever done." - Riley to Trella
Maria V. SnyderRiley squinted. He ran his fingers along my neck. When he found the collar he explored the surface and tried to tug it. "No seams. It doesn't fell like metal. The colour is amazing". "Why?" (Trella) "It blends in. It matches your skin. Didn't you know?" (Riley) "No mirrors in my cell." (Trella) He gasped with mock horror. "So cruel! How did you ever survive?" (Riley)
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