Legendary--A Caraval Novel

Humans were selfish creatures. The stars had witnessed it again, and again, and again.

But perhaps love was an otherworldly entity like Death.

“No, you’re being kind. You’re holding me all close and saying personal things. Do you love me now?”

“Did you just remember how much you don’t like me?” he asked.
“I never forgot. I was thinking of the first time we met. Did you know who I was?”
“No.”
“So, you’re just that charming to everyone you meet?”

“This relationship isn’t real,” Tella groaned. “How could I be jealous?”
“Maybe you’re wishing it was real.”

“What are you trying to find, Donatella? Are you searching for some good in me? You’ll never see it, because it doesn’t exist.”

She wasn’t afraid of danger, though she preferred it in the form of swaggering young men.

Dante spoke against her mouth, this time loud enough for her to hear his words. “I think I’d like you even if you were the villain.”

She smiled against his lips. “Maybe I’d like you even if you were a hero.”

“But I’m not the hero,” he reminded her.

“Then perhaps I’m here to save you.”

Gold shimmered no matter what, but few people could make darkness glitter the way he did.

Night and his mistress the moon