Quotes
“Then should I call on another Skyward god? Perhaps Shale?”
Warin fell quiet, but his gaze burned through mine. He despised the god of wind and how my father favored Shale over all other divines at court. How Shale had always been fond of me, the first Skyward I had ever trusted.
Warin fell quiet, but his gaze burned through mine. He despised the god of wind and how my father favored Shale over all other divines at court. How Shale had always been fond of me, the first Skyward I had ever trusted.
Roman stood in the sunshine and read every word of her article. He forgot where he was, where he was standing. Where he was going. Where he had just come from. He forgot everything when he read her words, and a smile crept over his face when he reached the end.
Damn, he was proud of her.
Damn, he was proud of her.
Let me guess: he’s pouring his heart out onto the page, claiming how inadequate he feels because what he truly craves is affirmation from you. And he probably threw something in there about his family: a mum or his sister or his nan. Because he knows you’ll melt at the thought of the other women in his life, the ones who have shaped him. And if he knows you well enough … then he’ll mention something about books or newspaper articles, because surely by now he knows your writing is exquisite, and above all he knows that he doesn’t deserve you and your words and he never will.
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