10 Quotes by Gwen Mitchell

her spirit had slowly stitched itself back together, floating above her body in an astral state for hours that felt like eons. She’d sensed each tendril of her existence and finally understood: souls are not homogenous, singular beings. They are tapestries made of a million glowing filaments, each strand with its own history and ties to others in an infinite webbing of ether.

Changing the currents of Fate, even by accident, comes at a heavy price.

Kean: You know, if it was just the two of us, we would be doing this moonclad, Bri.Bri: Moonclad?Astrid: Naked. Where do you think the term 'mooning' came from? Our people practically invented streaking. But you'll have plenty of opportunities to profane our ancient rituals later, Kean. For now, I don't want your hairy ass anywhere near my cornbread.Kean: You're never gonna let me live that one down, huh?

Under all that charred wreckage was the heartwood. Bruised. Scarred. But still good. Still capable of growth. When she looked in the mirror, she no longer saw a victim, but a survivor.

In the fairytales, when the knight in shining armor is killed defending his fair maiden, she brings him back to life with a magical kiss, and they live happily ever after. But this wasn’t that sort of fairytale.

Words came to her from outside of memory; they fluttered against her heart like a rush of wings and soared from her voice in a song she'd never known. A song she'd always known. She hummed the incantation, and the force of magic behind it erupted in a crescendo through her blood. Every cell in her body vibrated with pure joy. I have lived this before. This is my destiny. I am Zyne.

The first thing you need to learn is that an Oracle must choose very carefully how they influence the future. Sometimes a tiny ripple in the now can cause a huge drift. The future is never set, you see, it changes with every choice we make. And changing the larger currents of Fate, even by accident, comes at a heavy price.

Another thing about pain - it renders you incapable of bullshit.

The weight of his words settled in the pit of my stomach. Old fears and worries stirred in the depths of my thoughts. How I wanted to believe him, to trust him, to love him. But the flip side of the wild desire to give him everything was the chilling knowledge of what usually happened when I followed my heart, or my body — both of which wanted to surrender to Julian utterly.