418 Quotes by Mary E. Pearson

Crown Prince Walther of Morrighan was dead... Silence choked the crowd for a moment and then mother after mother, sister, father, wife, brother, fell to their knees.

But remember, child, we may all have our own story and destiny, and sometimes our seemingly bad fortune, but we’re all part of a greater story too. One that transcends the soil, the wind, time even our own tears. Greater stories will have their way.

His eyes narrowed as if contemplating the gravity of the unforgivable. That was what I both hated and loved about Rafe. He challenged me on everything I said, but he also listened intently. He listened as if every word I said mattered.

I left and went to the roof, where it was only me, a thousand blinking stars, and the beauty of darkness stretched to the ends of the universe, snuffing out the endless games of courts and kingdoms.

But now I knew finding love and holding on to it were not the same thing.

We stood and watched as the clan ran ahead of us into the valley that would become our home. Jafir pressed his hand to the small mound growing in my belly and smiled. Our hope. “We have been blessed by the gods,” he said. “The cruelties of the world are behind us now. Our child will never know them.” I.

There was only one thing that someone with great power wanted. More of it.

He settled into his saddle, then reluctantly looked my way again. “Jafir de Aldrid,” he answered. “And I am – ” “I know who you are. You’re Morrighan.” He galloped off. It was another four years before I saw him again, and the whole of that time, I wondered how he knew my name.

Eyes don’t breath. I know that much. But hers look breathless.