418 Quotes by Mary E. Pearson

It was our story. It didn’t have to have a happy beginning or a happy ending, but the middle was a feast at a banquet, a rich soapy bath, a night’s rest at an inn and full stomach, a warm chest nestled up against my back, the soft heat of lips at my nape, stories whispered in my ear.

But I would always see her. Until I drew my last breath, it would always be her face I saw when I closed my eyes at night, and her face again when I woke each morning. I would force myself to forget the last words I heard from her lips. I would remember others. I love you, Jafir de Aldrid. Words that, now, I was sure I had never deserved. I.

A prince, in the turn of a moment and a few words, was now a king.

Maybe there were as many shades of love as the blues of the sky.

Convince him. I relaxed against his touch and didn’t turn away when his mouth met mine.

Greater stories will have their way.

We talked about it. Love. Was that what this was? I love you, Jafir, she would say at any moment of the day, just to hear it said aloud. She would laugh and then say it again, her eyes solemn, looking into mine. I love you, Jafir de Aldrid. And it didn’t matter how many times she said it, I waited for her to say it again.

Zsu viktara. Stand strong.

There were many ways a life could be sacrificed, and it wasn’t always through dying.