The stories of old said water ghosts were doomed to live in silence.
Her heart was a fistful of thunder.
You wear so much armor by daylight that, by night, you can carry it no longer. By night, you are only flesh. And even the flesh of a queen is prone to fear.”
Remember why we wear blades as well as jewels.”
No woman should be made to fear that she was not enough
I fear death too much to seek it.”
“Well, I can only be grateful for the softness of your spine. I confess to fearing your death, too.”
“Well, I can only be grateful for the softness of your spine. I confess to fearing your death, too.”
If I had convinced myself I was no sinner, I would never have kissed the lips I longed to kiss.
“I think you a self-righteous fool whose head is harder than a rock. And I would not change you for the world.”
“I am not your queen,” Sabran whispered over her skin, “but I am yours.”
Her heart was a fistful of thunder.
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